Kincarnon exploded with power, channeling all his aura into his sword.

CRACK-

Thunder rumbled as hundreds of shards flew through the air.

CLASH, CLASH, CLASH!

Kincarnon swung his blade relentlessly, cutting through the storm of fragments.

Swing after swing, he hacked and parried, the weight of the battle pushing his arms to the brink of exhaustion.

Finally, after an intense struggle, he stood amidst the wreckage.

However, his appearance was far from dignified.

His once-pristine attire was scorched, his blade was chipped, and it looked as if it could break at any moment.

The stage was nearly destroyed, no longer …