High above the island, an enormous construct stretched across the sky, its countless layers of translucent barriers overlapping to form a vast enclosed battlefield. Adrian had created it specifically to contain their battle, because even a single unrestricted clash between him and Ariala possessed enough destructive force to devastate everything beneath them.
Inside the construct, Adrian stood several dozen meters away from Ariala. His clothes were torn in several places, exposing numerous cuts and shallow scars across his body. Blood ran slowly down his chest and arms, yet his breathing remained steady. He didn't look tired. He didn't even appear weakened. His amber eyes remained cold and focused as he stared at the Demonic being before him, while the black sword in his hand radiated such dense killing intent that the air around its edge seemed to tremble.
