Kavin weaved through the relentless set of icy spears, each step measured to the smallest fraction of a second.
One lance skimmed past his shoulder, another shattered against the frozen arena where he had stood only an instant earlier, while a third descended from above, forcing him to twist his body before continuing his advance toward Lyra.
Their battle had long since moved beyond simple exchanges of attacks.
The opening phase, where both of them had cautiously tested each other's strengths and weaknesses, was over.
Every strike now carried purpose. Every spell was cast with the confidence of someone who already understood their opponent.
Kavin continuously released Mire of Time, causing the flow of time around Lyra to become sluggish in an attempt to create even the slightest opening.
