On the ground, there was an almost invisible outline moving swiftly with an eerie trajectory, each landing stirring up tiny clouds of dust; it was an invisible jumping insect fleeing for its life.
Despite its concealed form, the dust on its body betrayed its presence, leaving behind a sporadic trail.
Broga pursued relentlessly, the heavy ring-headed blade in his hand repeatedly slicing down with the sound of wind being torn.
Yet, he ultimately couldn't see the full form clearly, and the blade always narrowly missed that invisible body, leaving deep slashes in the ground.
A streak of lightning shot across the surface, hitting that blurred outline.
The air immediately filled with the smell of burning as an insect electrified to a crisp revealed itself, falling from mid-air, its limbs still twitching slightly.
Broga's blade followed closely, splitting it in two, with viscous purple blood gushing out and seeping into the ground.
