The two forces collided in a cataclysmic display.
BOOOOOOM!
The force of the impact created a crater fifty meters wide. Both combatants were blown backward, but they recovered mid-flight, already channeling their next attacks.
Hakate joined the fray immediately, his four arms weaving complex patterns as souls began materializing around him.
"Demon Art: Chains of the Damned!" He chanted in demonic tongue, dark energy crackling around him.
Dozens of spectral chains shot toward Aldermond from multiple angles, each one seeking to bind and drain his life force.
Aldermond spun in mid-air, his scythes extending outward in a deadly wheel.
"Wind Art: Tempest Wheel!"
The scythes cut through the chains, but more kept coming. Hakate was relentless, each severed chain immediately replaced by two more.
Meanwhile, Naya gathered void energy in both hands, the darkness between her palms growing denser, heavier, more absolute.
