Every gust possessed enough power to slice apart Tier 6 defenses.
Verila dove from the heavens like a bolt of emerald lightning.
Her wings vibrated at terrifying speed.
The pressure generated by their movement shattered the sound barrier again and again.
"[Tier 6 Skill: Stormrend Descent!]"
Charles looked upward.
The Tier 7 sword roared.
Golden sword light pierced toward the descending serpent.
BOOOOOOOOM!
Wind collided with sword intent.
The resulting explosion scattered countless invisible blades across the battlefield.
Stone buildings below were cut into perfect cubes.
Entire towers collapsed without anyone touching them.
Verila spun through the explosion with astonishing grace.
She never remained in one place for longer than an instant.
Every pass of her wings created another barrage of compressed wind blades.
Charles defended flawlessly.
His sword danced like flowing water. Every strike carried traces of Law. Every swing severed hurricanes apart.
