"Impressive," he said, pushing himself up as demonic mana surged around him. His horns glowed faintly black, and dark energy wrapped around his blade.
He slashed upward.
A crescent of dark-blue aura tore through the air toward Galahad.
Galahad raised his sword and met it head-on.
BOOM!
The attack exploded, the shockwave flattening everything in its path. The forest around them was now completely destroyed, only broken trunks and scorched earth remained.
They were too strong. And as if that was not enough, both were able to control the mana in their surroundings.
Galahad stepped forward, his aura flaring.
"I won't allow you to step further," he said coldly.
Vaelrix's smile faded slightly, replaced by sharp interest.
"Such resolve," he said. "No wonder humans still stand. It always amuses me."
They charged at each other again.
Their blades clashed dozens of times in seconds. Each impact shook the forest. Mana clashed against mana, neither side giving an inch.
