Valzaha surged forward as Rowan matched his pace. Their swords clashed mid-air, metal ringing against metal in a relentless dance. They pushed each other forward, then backward, locked in a deadly aerial struggle, eyes never leaving one another.
"Yes! This… power… more power!" Valzaha shouted, his body burning from within. "It's like I'm invisible! My blood… everything is boiling! This… this is amazing!"
"Are you done talking yet?" Rowan snapped, advancing as Valzaha paused for a breath. Instantly, they were slashing again, swords striking with a thunderous rhythm as they descended toward the ground.
Rowan read every movement, every subtle shift in Valzaha's stance, every micro-motion of the air. Even after Valzaha absorbed his mana, making him ten times stronger, Rowan could anticipate his strikes, countering them with precision.
