Across the shattered hall, another battle erupted..
It did not roar like Kael's battlefield, nor did it explode with wild force.
This was quieter, sharper, and far more suffocating.
Martina moved leaving behind blur. Her boots scraped against broken marble as she twisted her body, raising her sword to strike again and again.
Each strike rang out clearly as it clashed against the dark, crystalline spears Rein formed with nothing more than a flick of his fingers.
Clang!
A spear shattered inches from her face, shards flying past her cheek. Martina bent low, rolled across the ground, and came up with her blade already swinging. Rein stepped back half a pace, his robes fluttering as another magic circle formed beneath his feet.
Unlike Adele's storm or Kael's brutal slashes,
Rein's dictated the field precisely.
