Chapter Seven: "Clash of Auras"
The masked warrior lunged again, faster this time — a blur of darkness and steel.
Raizel dodged and countered, his blade glowing faintly orange. Their swords clashed in a storm of light and shadow. Each strike heavier than the last.
"You have no training," the warrior growled. "Yet you wield aura… how?!"
Raizel didn't answer. He was fighting on instinct — but that instinct was sharpening.
Behind him, Lyra formed a healing barrier of pale green light, shielding him from a sudden projectile. "Don't lose focus!"
Raizel's aura surged.
He struck — a diagonal slash bursting with energy. The masked warrior was thrown back, skidding across the ground.
Silence fell.
Raizel stepped forward, blood running down his arm. "I'll ask once. Who leads the Black Aura Clan?"
The warrior laughed bitterly. "You seek him? The one who wears the Crimson Fang? You'll die before you get close."
Raizel raised his blade.
"Then I'll carve my way through every one of you until I do."