Lith darted in the air, thanking his latest breakthrough for the second set of wings. Despite the fact that they were nigh-atrophied, they still gave him a bit more speed and enhanced his flight stability.
"I love when they play hard to get." Night chuckled as she lunged with her spear and emitted another black burst of energy.
Her laughter died when a light pillar struck her from above, making her plunge several meters underground. The light element carried so much heat that her black crystal armor turned red and enough kinetic energy to give her the impression of having been swatted by a giant.
Lith had yet to become a Light Master, but he had learned how to cast up to tier three offensive light magic spells and how to mix them with fire and Spirit magic.
"Are you a one-trick pony or what? Because unless your ramblings count as an attack, you're boring me." Lith's banter would have been much more effective if he didn't run away.
