A Troublesome Sword

The sun seemed so heartless, giving off light as if nothing was happening. The distant trees remained upright, even as their companions bent under the harsh winds. The ground remained as it had been for an impossibly long time, with maybe a few extra footprints, but nothing worth mentioning.

All in all it seemed like it was a normal day and the elements refused to even acknowledge the existence of the life and death struggle happening.

The Supreme General was panting heavily as he felt as if his body was poised to fall apart at any moment, but still he remained vigilant, warding off the demon lord's attacks and staying alive.

Most would have already called the fight in Azemo's favor as the Supreme General could no longer even offer an attack of his own. However, Azemo could feel a sense of danger and he knew the general was in the state of a cornered animal. He still had some bite left in him and Azemo was continuing to fight carefully.