Bang.
With a burst of speed that bordered on terrifying, Mozan kicked back, closing the distance between himself and Derek in the blink of an eye. Derek's blood-red eyes remained steady and determined as he watched Mozan's approach with an air of calm.
As Mozan lunged forward, Derek took a calculated action. His blood-red eyes flared with an otherworldly light as he placed his hands upon the blood tendril beneath their feet. Through his mastery of the blood demon power, he infected the tendril with his own malevolent energy.
Buzz.
A profound change swept over the battlefield. Derek could sense it immediately—the moment Mozan lost complete control over his blood magic. With swift precision, Derek clasped his hands together, channeling his formidable abilities. The blood tendril, tainted by his corrupting influence, responded to his will.