The Dome of Negation

Abdu twisted away from Yukio’s blade, his eyes wide with the glint of death staring back. Sweat beaded on his brow as he parried and dodged, each of Yukio’s strikes a heartbeat from ending him. The tide had turned—Abdu, the relentless hunter, now scrambled to survive, his movements frantic under Yukio’s blazing assault.

But Abdu was no easy prey. Years as an international mercenary had forged him into a weapon, his defense as sharp as his offense. Crystal blades clashed with Yukio’s radiant sword, sparks erupting in a deadly dance.

They wove through the battlefield, a blur of evade and attack, neither yielding an inch.

Then, Yukio faltered.

His strikes slowed, the glow of his blade dimming as the absorbed energy bled away. His breaths grew ragged, each swing heavier than the last.

Abdu’s lips curled into a predator’s grin. He saw his opening and pivoted, his crystal sword flashing toward Captain Agatha to stop her energy blasts from fueling Yukio.