A sizzling sound echoed as the blades streaked through the air, their forms buzzing with unrestrained energy before the black blade pierced into the charging warrior. His face scrunched up in pain, but before he could even utter a whisper, his body shriveled up—his vitality and soul immediately devoured.
Before he fell to the ground as a husk, the sword slipped out of his grasp.
The white blade did the same, piercing into the two mages beside Eira. It burned them with a purging light, reducing their bodies to wisps of energy that were absorbed into the blade before it greedily stormed off once more, seeking another target.
A sonic boom rippled as the ground beneath Aurelian's feet shattered. His form sprang forward, appearing in front of Auron—the healer of the group—who had already turned tail, his form flickering in the distance.
The gap was closed in seconds. He appeared before him, startling the man as he froze in fear.
