The collision of pure sword-aura and rotting dark magic sent a shockwave so violent it ripped the very turf from the manicured lawns. Anthem and Melody held the line, their ethereal forms flickering like candle flames in a hurricane. Sweat beaded on their translucent brows as they pushed back against the suffocating, purplish-black miasma.
"They have consumed far too much!" Melody cried out, her voice straining over the deafening roar of conflicting energies. "Their power is completely unstable!"
"Then we break them before they break us!" Artemis shouted. Shedding the last vestiges of her mortal disguise, she launched herself into the fray. Her movements were a blur of lethal, kinetic grace. Silver light, sharp and precise as moonlight, trailed from her fingertips as she unleashed a barrage of crescent-shaped energy blades directly at the twins.
