I could tell my words had really struck a nerve. The truth, it seemed, hit him harder than I had expected. In a blur, he vanished from sight, disappearing into the air like smoke. I barely had time to react, forcing myself to block to my right. My fire-infused scythe burned brighter than ever, clashing violently with the ice sword as the man materialized out of thin air.
Fire and ice collided with an explosive crack, the sound so sharp, that it split the air itself. The shockwaves from our clash reverberated through the air, and the entire small world around us trembled as if it were being pushed to its breaking point. It felt like the very fabric of reality was crumbling faster now. Was this world even suitable for battle?
