Kapitel 352: Deadly Dance

Their fight was a maelstrom of darkness and fury, a whirlwind of chaos that seemed to defy the very laws of nature.

Northern, clad in the menacing Night Terror armor, mirrored the dark knight in a grotesque dance of death.

Their weapons clashed and sparked, a symphony of violence that sent ripples through the air, pushing it to the brink of tearing apart.

Northern's four eyes darted with supernatural speed, tracking every minuscule movement of his opponent.

It was strenuous, but he was locked in, not a second thinking about the strain.

He could see her attacks before they fully formed, the minute shifts in her stance, the tightening of her muscles, and the glint of her daggers in the dim light.

Each strike was a calculated response to her ferocity, his blades a blur as they met her relentless assault.

Both their hands swung and lashed like whips, blurring as they swam through the air, leaving multiple afterimages.