Crimson Spell — Volume 8

"You think you can take on the master, Kaito?" Akira taunted, her voice like a gentle breeze on a summer's day. "The Inferno technique has been passed down through generations of my family. You, with your novice skills, won't stand a chance."

"Scarlet Flames of Kiyomizu!" Akira shouted, her hands weaving a fiery sigil. crimson spell volume 8

The resulting explosion of magical energy sent both combatants flying, their movements momentarily arrested. As they regained their footing, Kaito locked eyes with Akira, a newfound respect kindled between them. "You think you can take on the master, Kaito

The sun had long since set on Kyoto, casting a warm orange glow over the city's rooftops. Kaito crouched atop the famous Kiyomizu-dera temple, his crimson-stained gloves a stark contrast to the serene wooden architecture below. Kaito?" Akira taunted