Karl and Lunara surged forward, their figures cutting through the battlefield like twin streaks of lightning. The air around them trembled, charged with the lingering echoes of past destruction. Karl, his gaze locked onto the weapon lying ahead, dropped low, his body sliding across the dust-laden ground with the grace of a predator closing in on its prey. His right hand stretched sideways, fingers closing around the weapon's sturdy handle, he twisted his body, rising seamlessly to his feet. A surge of energy coursed through him, flowing into the axe like a river finding its path.
For a fleeting moment, his vision sharpened beyond mortal limits, every pulse of energy, every vibration within the weapon's form became clear to him. He could see the very molecules that shaped his axe, feel them responding to his will, shifting, aligning, bending under his command. The weapon vibrated, its edge gleaming with a raw, untamed force, as if eager to unleash devastation upon command.
