The night sky over the island had turned into a battlefield of light and steel.
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
Countless blades clashed in the air above the beach. Alaric's red-glowing swords, knives, and spears rained down like a deadly storm, while my black-purple blades shot upward to meet them. Every collision sent out a shockwave of sparks and sound that rolled across the sand like thunder. The moonlight caught the flashes, turning the sky into a wild light show of violet, crimson, and silver.
People on the beach stood frozen, mouths open, hands shielding their eyes from the bright explosions. Sand and wind whipped around them, stinging their faces.
Alaric stared up at the sky, his red eyes wide, mouth hanging open in disbelief.
"This… this is impossible…" he muttered, voice shaking for the first time.
I floated higher, black sword in one hand, laughing loud enough for the whole island to hear.
