The battlefield trembled under the weight of titans. Zedrich, the infernal king whose presence alone had decimated entire battalions, now stood toe-to-toe with Wulf, the blindfolded brawler whose fists bore the fury of the Jester Entity. Their clash echoed like thunder, shockwaves blasting rubble across the ruined city square.
Wulf ducked beneath a wide arc of Zedrich's clawed hand and launched himself into a spinning hook that cracked against the demon king's jaw. Zedrich staggered—but only slightly. The smile on Wulf's lips grew wider.
"You're not so untouchable now," Wulf said, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, his blindfold fluttering with each motion. His voice, now overlaid by the eerie cackle of the Jester, rang clear. "Can you feel it? No magic. No tricks. Just fists."
Zedrich snarled, infernal energy bleeding from his eyes. "You dare—"
