The crushing pressure made it hard for Damon to even breathe. He barely had time to react before the sound of slicing wind tore through the air—a Tachi blade was already swinging straight at him.
Panic surged in Damon's chest, but as an S-Class Awakener, he wasn't about to go down that easily.
Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to withstand the suffocating weight of the Domain of the Dead and launched himself backward at lightning speed.
Shhhk—!
Ethan's Tachi grazed his cheek, carving a deep gash that nearly split his skull open.
"Shit, that was close!" Damon gasped, heart pounding.
"S-Class speed-type Awakener, huh…" Ethan muttered, eyes narrowing as he clocked Damon's ability. It was rare—he hadn't seen one like this before. Intrigued, he vanished in a blur, pressing the attack.
"Goddamn it!" Damon cursed, brows furrowed tight. The way Ethan locked onto him felt like a steel spike hovering right between his eyes—death could strike at any second.
