Musashi’s calm facade remained unshaken, though the crimson aura around him flared. The rivers of blood in the realm surged, and the sound of the requiem grew more intense, pounding like war drums. The shattered mirrors scattered across the graveyard began to shift, reflecting endless variations of Musashi and Aaron locked in combat, Musashi finally regained his vision.
“You don’t have a choice,” Musashi replied, his voice steady. “I am winning.”
Aaron’s grin widened. “Prove it bitch”!
The demon’s aura expanded wildly, he started slashing at the blood-chains rushing toward Aaron, the demon clashed with the crimson constructs, cutting through some but getting caught by others. Aaron lunged forward, his knuckle dusters gleaming with malice as he punched straight through the air, sending a shockwave that tore apart the ground in a straight line.
Musashi stepped to the side, effortlessly dodging the attack. “Your confidence is amusing,” he said. His hands flicked, and the blood-chains writhed like serpents, wrapping around Aaron’s legs and pulling him to the ground.
Aaron snarled and twisted, his white aura flaring as the chains hissed and disintegrated. In the blink of an eye, he was back on his feet, charging toward Musashi. “Let’s see how calm you are when I’m ripping you apart!”
The two clashed in a blur of motion. Musashi manipulated the blood around him, creating jagged, spear-like weapons that launched toward Aaron with deadly precision. Each strike was meant to kill him instantly but even with his perfect dodging being taken away, he could still dodge everything that was sent to Aaron.
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Aaron weaved through the attacks with supernatural grace, but it was clear the toll on his body was mounting. His movements, though swift, were growing less fluid. Musashi pressed the advantage, sending a hailstorm of razor-sharp blood shards that carved through the air, slicing into Aaron’s white aura.
“You’re amazing”! Aaron roared, his voice echoing through the crimson realm. He punched the ground with all his strength, sending a shockwave that shattered several of the blood weapons and created a temporary reprieve.
Musashi didn’t let up. He stepped forward, his blood spiraling into a massive scythe. He swung it with lethal precision, forcing Aaron to block with his knuckle dusters. The impact sent a reverberating boom through the graveyard, the force pushing both combatants back.
Aaron skidded to a stop, panting heavily. Blood dripped from dozens of shallow cuts across his body, and his aura flickered faintly, on the verge of collapse. Yet his grin remained as wide as ever.
“This is fun,” Aaron admitted, his crimson eyes glowing brighter. “But I’ll tire you out somehow, as long as your ultimate ends, you’ll die.”
He planted his feet firmly and let out a guttural roar. The heartbeat that had been silenced by the requiem began to echo again, faint at first, but growing louder with each pulse. Shadows oozed out of the mirrors and graves, forming new dark knights, their armor denser, their weapons sharper.
Musashi’s eyes narrowed. The requiem faltered for a moment as the dark knights charged toward him.
“I don’t care how many you bring,” Musashi muttered. His voice dropped to a low growl as the blood around him expanded into a torrent. “It doesn’t change anything.”
The blood chains transformed into massive, swirling tendrils that lashed out, obliterating the knights with a single swipe. But for every knight that fell, another rose from the shadows, their numbers seemingly endless.
Aaron’s laughter filled the air. “Human”!
The demon vanished, reappearing behind Musashi in an instant. His knuckle dusters flashed as he aimed a devastating blow at Musashi’s head.
But this time, Musashi didn’t dodge.
The attack connected, but instead of shattering, Musashi’s body dissolved into a pool of blood.