The Supremacy Arc, Part 17

I didn't stop.

I pressed forward with ruthless momentum, each swing of Ashmourne heavier than the last. Sparks sprayed, red arcs illuminated the dark hallway. Chanwook stumbled backward under the pressure, his parries sloppier, more frantic.

I jumped, drove my knee into his sternum.

He flew backward—crashing through a support pillar, then through the window beyond.

Glass exploded.

Wind howled.

We were back outside, dozens of floors above the city.

Chanwook flailed mid-air, blood trailing in an arc behind him. I soared after him, wings of red flaring wide.

We clashed again—blades screaming across each other's edge, both of us breathless, exhausted. But I was faster now. I moved like instinct.

He raised his sword to block, but Ashmourne shifted mid-swing—its shape changing, expanding. The blade split into twin edges and snapped like jaws, catching his weapon and disarming him.