Bran leapt back a few steps, twirling the axe in his hand.
"You'll see," he said with a cocky grin. "It's all about channeling soul energy through a single downward strike. If I can get it right, the force should be able to crack the ground — and anything within five meters."
Zayn blinked. "Sounds like you're trying to become a walking earthquake."
"Exactly."
The two circled each other. Zayn kept his sword loose at his side, watching Bran's posture.
The big guy's technique had gotten better — more refined — but his enthusiasm still outpaced his precision.
"Alright then. Show me," Zayn said.
Bran didn't hesitate.
With a deep breath, he bent his knees and launched himself into the air.
Blue soul energy surged around him, coating his axe in a glowing spiral of power.
As he reached the apex of his jump, he twisted his body midair and brought the axe down with a powerful roar.
Zayn raised his blade to block — and the force hit him like a boulder.
