In a dimly lit section of the black market, the air seemed to thicken with tension. Crowds gathered in twos and threes, standing apart yet drawn together, forming a loose ring around the confrontation's epicenter. The once joyful whispers of the night breeze seemed to hold its breath, as though gravity itself had seized the air, stifling even the faintest sound.
At the heart of this silent storm stood Kal, his Flame-Heat Duality Sword pointed at the face of the kneeling old merchant. The blade glinted ominously, reflecting the faint light of distant lanterns.
"Now, I'll teach you what humiliation feels like, for the sake of your own greed," Kal declared, his voice sharp, cutting through the stillness like a blade through silk.
He raised his sword high, its edge glinting as it pointed toward the beautiful, dark galaxy above, where countless stars shimmered coldly, silent witnesses to the unfolding drama.