Dance of Destruction

"Seriously? Is this the best you've got? You're one hit away from collapsing," Kai's cold voice rang out, cutting through the tension. His gaze was sharp and unyielding as he stared at Zarek. "Are you really the same guy who dared to challenge the Six Pillars?"

Zarek's eyes widened, the sting of Kai's words striking deeper than the wounds on his body. But he said nothing, his attention shifting to Kai's appearance—both hands wrapped in bandages, a small band-aid plastered on his right cheek, each mark a testament to relentless training.

Kai turned to the beast just as it shattered its icy prison with a deafening screech. His eyes narrowed, and the air around him chilled as frost began to gather at his feet.

Without hesitation, Kai surged forward. "Icy Fist!" he called out, his voice echoing as mana surged into his hand. Frosty energy erupted around his fist, forming a brilliant, flame-like glow of icy blue.