Back outside the temple's shadowed entrance, the fierce clash between Sakara Jina and the Feathered Prince raged on, a spectacle of high-speed combat that seemed to push the very limits of reality. The dark tunnel, thick with debris and swirling blackened mist, echoed with the sound of deadly strikes and explosive energy. Both fighters moved with lightning-fast speed, the air charged with raw power, as they exchanged shuttles of energy back and forth at speeds impossible to follow with the naked eye.
Sakara Jina's sword of justice, Amadioha, shimmered with a brilliant gold light, a stark contrast to the dark, ominous form of the Feathered Prince—transformed now into a gigantic demonic raven. The clash was relentless. Each strike from Sakara's sword released waves of golden energy, gleaming with righteous fury. These waves surged forth like streaks of light, crackling with divine power, aiming for the raven's dark, armored form.
