Wrath Unleashed

Chapter 48: Wrath Unleashed

The battlefield was painted in blood, corpses littering the ground like fallen leaves. The air reeked of steel, sweat, and death. Daijin stood over Renji's lifeless body, his blade still dripping with crimson. But there was no time to rest. His eyes lifted to the heart of the battlefield—where two titans now stood, facing each other beneath the shattered moonlight.

Kim Han and Tenshi.

The moment had arrived.

Tenshi smirked, his fingers flexing around the hilt of his bloodstained katana. "You finally made it, Kim Han. Took your sweet time."

Kim Han said nothing, his eyes locked onto Tenshi with a fire that burned brighter than the flames consuming the battlefield. His knuckles whitened around the grip of his sword. There was no room for words anymore.

Only war.

Lightning cracked across the sky as the two warriors lunged at each other.

Steel clashed with an ear-splitting ring, the force of their strikes sending shockwaves through the ground. Kim Han's blade cut through the air like a storm, each strike fueled by the rage of everything he had lost. Tenshi met him blow for blow, his movements precise, calculated, honed from years of slaughter.

Kim Han twisted, driving his knee into Tenshi's ribs before slashing upward. Tenshi barely dodged, the tip of the blade grazing his cheek, drawing first blood.

Tenshi's smirk widened. "Good."

In an instant, he retaliated, his katana a blur. Kim Han barely deflected the first strike, but the second slashed across his shoulder, cutting deep. Blood splattered onto the stone.

Kim Han didn't flinch.

Instead, he laughed—a dark, hollow sound that sent chills down the spines of those watching from the shadows.

"You think that's enough to stop me?"

Tenshi's grin faltered for just a moment. Then he roared and charged again.

The battle raged on, their movements a blur of death and destruction. The ground beneath them cracked with every step, their sheer power tearing through stone and steel alike. Sparks flew as their swords met, neither giving an inch. Tenshi's strikes were like the fury of a storm, relentless and unforgiving. Kim Han's were like fire—burning, consuming, unyielding.

Every wound they inflicted only fueled their rage.

Every drop of blood only deepened their thirst for victory.

The world had faded away. There was no battle, no war, no soldiers.

Only them.