Flareth the God of Fire

The claymores struck with devastating force, each one powerful enough to cleave through mountains.

I raised my blade, channeling every ounce of my training into a swift defensive stance.

"[Yanagi-Uke!]"

My katana whipped through the air, deflecting each of Flareth's relentless strikes one by one.

The arena shook as the divine flames crashed against my sword. The heat was suffocating, the sheer force behind his swings enough to send shockwaves rippling through the air.

I barely had time to react as Flareth surged forward again. His four flaming claymores spun in a deadly dance, each one aiming to carve me apart.

I gritted my teeth.

I can't hold back.

Summoning my strength, I countered with a Black Flame slash, my katana igniting with the forbidden fire.

Flareth's expression darkened. He clashed his flames against mine, and the two forces met in a violent explosion.

But I was the one being pushed back.