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The city trembled beneath the weight of their battle.

Neon lights flickered, their glow swallowed by the clash of titanic wills.

The pavement lay in ruins, gouged by unseen edges, while shattered vehicles lined the streets like broken relics of a forgotten era.

High above, the moon and sun bore silent witness to a duel beyond mortal comprehension.

Anthony stood unmoving, his katana resting at his side, its polished steel reflecting the fractured remains of the battlefield.

Across from him, Charles exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his sword, its edge trembling beneath the force of his battered will.

Their sword intents clashed, an invisible storm of dominance and defiance.

Charles lunged.

His blade carved through the air, streaking toward Anthony like a decree of annihilation.

Yet, before steel could taste flesh, Anthony was gone, a blur of motion too imperceptible to trace.