Fire Ancestor’s calm response resulted in silence. The trio had nothing to say.

“Let’s end this, it’s time for our obsessions to die and return to the earth, far away from the mortal coil.” He eventually said.

“Die!” The saber ancestor directly answered by taking one step forward for a horizontal slash.

“Clank!” The blade drew near, wanting to decapitate his foe.

The slash was decisive with no take-back. He poured all of his strength into this strike; the saber itself wouldn’t return to the sheath before drawing blood.

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