A Forgotten Memory

The moment their blades met, the chamber trembled.

Sparks of energy crackled between them, illuminating the darkened hall for fleeting moments.

The clash sent a deep vibration through the air, the force alone causing the stone beneath them to crack.

Rem didn't hesitate.

The instant the Monarch's sword met his, he pivoted, disengaging just as quickly as he had struck.

His footwork was precise — years of battle experience embedded into his very bones. He slid to the side, blade lashing out toward the Monarch's ribs.

The Monarch of Darkness barely managed to react in time.

He shifted backward, his robes billowing as his sword twisted to deflect the strike.

Even so, Rem's attack carved through the air with such force that the shockwave sent loose debris scattering across the floor.

For a moment, the Monarch's grip on his sword tightened.

He felt… strange.