Golden light and violet lightning collided relentlessly across the battlefield. Every clash shook the surrounding forest.
BANG!
BANG!
The deafening explosions echoed through the mountains as holy light and crackling lightning tore through the night sky.
Alaric's expression grew increasingly serious.
He swung his sword in a wide horizontal arc.
Purple lightning erupted from the blade.
Crack!
One slash. Then another. Within an instant, ten crescent-shaped blades of lightning shot toward Seraphina from different angles, each moving with terrifying speed.
The attacks sealed off nearly every possible escape route.
Seraphina's golden eyes shone brilliantly. The world around her seemed to slow. In the span of a heartbeat, she analyzed every trajectory.
'I have to kill him before I reach my limit.' She thought.
Instead of meeting the attacks head-on, she moved. Her figure became a streak of golden light.
