The desert sand erupted as Northern launched himself forward. The odachi in Bairan's hand came up in a blur of lightning-wrapped steel, the clash sending a shockwave that carved a crater fifteen feet wide beneath them.
Northern's blade vanished the instant before impact—reappeared at Bairan's kidney line. The Sword King twisted, odachi reversing grip, catching the invisible edge on his crossguard.
Sparks of lightning traced the phantom sword's outline for a heartbeat before both warriors exploded apart, each taking a dozen steps across empty air.
They met again above the dunes.
Steel screamed against steel. Northern feinted high, his blade flickering visible-invisible-visible in rapid succession. Bairan didn't track the weapon—he tracked Northern's shoulders, his hips, reading the body that wielded the sword. The odachi carved upward through where Northern's blade would be, lightning crackling along its edge, and caught Illusioned Hefter just as it phased back into reality.