"No sword?" Asher asked, glancing sideways at Liam.
"Don't need it." Liam's voice was flat, devoid of hesitation. Then, without warning, fire erupted around him—wild, untamed, and furious. Shadows flickered in the inferno's glow, painting his face with an eerie intensity. "Our flames will be enough."
Asher smirked, the thrill of battle overriding the exhaustion gnawing at his bones. His left arm, now made entirely of roaring blue fire, flared brighter as the flames expanded across his body. "Speaking my language."
Then, they moved.
Liam shot forward first, his body a crimson streak as he closed the distance with the Berserker Demon in a blink. The demon roared—a sound that rattled the ground beneath them—just as Liam twisted mid-air, a concentrated jet of fire blasting from his palm to propel him faster. His fist, wreathed in burning destruction, connected squarely with the demon's jaw. The impact cracked through the air like thunder, sending the massive beast staggering.
