The violent clash between Asher and Valeria had reached a fever pitch, the dark hall filled with echoes of thunderous blows and roaring mana.
Sparks showered the ground like flaming rain, while shockwaves rattled the aged walls, filling the space with an oppressive sense of barely-contained calamity.
Rebecca stood far back, pressed against the cold stone, her breaths short and strained.
The sheer scale of the battle before her left her shaken, every bone in her body quivering from the power on display. She couldn't tear her gaze away, hypnotized by the clash unfolding in mid-air like a war of divine titans.
Valeria moved like a ghost, striking with heavy precision, her blade cutting through the air in violent arcs. Asher matched her blow-for-blow, his dark green flames swirling wildly around his ring blade, each strike rippling with menacing intent.
