He raised his hand, and blood erupted around him, enveloping his body. The crimson liquid hardened into a menacing black-red armor, crackling with veins of crimson lightning. His scythe reformed in his hand, now infused with the same volatile energy, its blade glowing faintly as blood and lightning coursed through it.
"You're not the only one with a trump card," Asher said, his voice echoing ominously as the air around him grew heavy.
Tiara narrowed her eyes, but before she could respond, Asher vanished from her sight. He reappeared above her, his scythe swinging down with ferocious speed. She raised her radiant blade to block, and the clash sent shockwaves rippling through the arena. Sparks of red and gold danced in the air as the two energies collided, their clash momentarily lighting up the entire battlefield.