Korbin - Dead

"Damn it… DAMN IT!!" Korbin howled, his aura exploding once more, wild demonic energy crackling around him like fire trying to consume the air itself. "What are you?!"

Max, still as the center of a pond, raised his sword—just slightly—and breathed. His pink eyes locked on to Korbin with the cold, quiet clarity of someone who had already seen the end of this fight. And then—he moved.

Not with rage. Not with speed.

With purpose.

He took a single step forward. His sword arm rose, not in some dramatic, over-the-top flourish, but in a slow, graceful arc. And then, the world changed.

WHOOM.

A wave of pressure exploded outward from Max—not violent, but suffocating in its purity. The air stilled, as if the very world had paused to witness what was coming. The ground beneath his feet cracked—no, peeled, layer by layer, as if reality itself couldn't bear the sharpness that now lived in his blade.