In the charged atmosphere, Rakuzen's voice cut through the tension, his words laced with a mix of mockery and confidence. "You must be naive to think that would be enough to even scratch us," he proclaimed, his tone dripping with superiority.
Derek's response was a laughter that reverberated across the rooftop, a laugh that carried an air of eerie confidence. "If you truly understood the power of death and how it operates," Derek countered, "you would have realized you were never the target of my attack."
A furrow creased Rakuzen's brow, his eyes igniting with a glint of power as he surveyed the surroundings. His gaze shifted downward, drawn to the rubble below, where a strange phenomenon unfolded before his eyes.