Sylas activated Mixed Demonic Arts instantly, his trident moving to block with its shaft. Winds shattered like glass, the impact causing the glacier beneath them to sink so much they were instantly surrounded by curtains of water as tall as dozens of meters.
The water crashed in around them, but neither of the two seemed to notice. One pair of eyes, dotted in crimson, the other surrounded by a ring of gold, clashed as their gazes met. Each one was filled with the power of their Professions, the ancestors of the Weaver and Seeing Eye Guild standing tall as though they had both picked their representatives for this fight long ago.
Sylas took a strong step back and Salivar stepped forward. The latter grinned, pulling out a bloodied blade that looked formed of ruby-like dragon scales from thin air with his free hand.
He slashed down at Sylas' throat.
