Bloodied...

Cocky twirled his blade in a casual arc, the weight of Saquin's Art lifting from his shoulders. The suffocating pressure dissipated, leaving him to breathe easily once more.

Wait… does seeing through the Art mean it's finally failed, or am I still on my streak? He mused, tilting his head. I saw through the trap, but technically, I'm still under its effect. The experiment is separate from the Art itself—it only happens to use its presence.

Now without a domain of his own, Cocky had automatically stepped into Dragga's. However, the domain's oppressive influence failed to take hold; his sheer strength rendered it ineffective.

Dragga, on the other hand, found himself still unable to properly gauge Saquin. Is he mentally stable? he wondered. How strong is he, really? But regardless of his questions, he had no choice but to attack.