A Bet

Zack stood on the battlefield, his gaze blazing as he watched Cloud ahead of him.

Cloud's progress and courage surprised him, but he did not panic because of it.

He swiftly adjusted his stance, planted his feet firmly, leaned forward slightly, and gripped the hilt of the Roaring Claymore with both hands.

The blade gave off a faint blue glow, as though it contained limitless power.

Cloud roared and charged at Zack, swinging the massive sword in his hand.

His attacks were swift and powerful, every strike seeming intent on cleaving Zack in two.

Yet Zack showed no fear at all, calmly dealing with Cloud's attacks.

Their swords collided again, producing a deafening crash.

Sparks from the grinding blades scattered through the air, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Every collision made their bodies tremble slightly, but neither retreated. They continued pushing against each other's swords with all their strength.

Amid the chaos of battle, the Roaring Claymore's might was as fierce as a raging storm. Zack gripped the hilt with both hands, as though all the strength in his body had gathered at that single point. He swung hard, and the blade instantly erupted with a dazzling radiance.

The light was brilliant, like lightning tearing through the night sky and driving back the darkness around them. The entire battlefield was illuminated, as if daylight had arrived. Bathed in that glow, Zack appeared even taller and more imposing, like a war god descending into the mortal world.

Every slash and thrust of the Roaring Claymore came with the roar of an engine, like a savage beast howling. The sound was soul-shaking and sent chills down the spine. Wherever the blade passed, the air itself was torn apart, forming waves of pressure. Like wild gales, they ravaged the battlefield, sweeping up dust and