Leo's scythe tore through the air, each swing carrying raw power. Veil deflected the attacks with ease, his movements calm and deliberate.
"You're too predictable," Veil said, his voice unshaken.
Leo's crimson aura flared. With a determined glare, he summoned blood-forged weapons, sending them hurtling toward Veil. The sudden storm forced Veil to defend, his relaxed demeanor faltering.
In an instant, Leo disappeared, reappearing above Veil. His scythe, now ignited with flames, slashed downward.
Veil raised a hand, catching the blade mid-swing. The ground beneath them shattered from the clash's force.
"You've improved," Veil admitted, his grip tightening.
Leo smirked. "This isn't over."
Energy surged through the scythe, creating a shockwave that broke Veil's hold. Chains of blood snaked around Veil, binding him in place.
"Now it ends," Leo declared.
