Kael's voice was calm, measured, yet carried the weight of inevitability.
"Neraxis… I'm not going to fight you now."
Neraxis's eyes burned like molten steel, his deep voice dangerous and cold.
"Neither do I, Draven Kael."
Kael chuckled, a low, confident sound that seemed to pierce the tension hanging over the city.
"I didn't need to fight you yet. I need you at your peak when it happens. Until then… you stay quiet."
A slow, menacing laugh erupted from Neraxis, echoing across the shattered streets.
"I agree, Draven Kael."
Kael turned, a shadow of calm authority, and hoisted Yura onto his shoulder. His aura radiated the endless vitality that had made him the strongest.
"Let's go," he said.
The hunters began their retreat, but every step carried the weight of anticipation. Behind them, the undefeated devil, Neraxis, lingered—a storm waiting to break.
The clash was inevitable.
The day when Kael Draven faces Neraxis at full power will decide the course of Vital Force…
and the fate of humanity itself.