Vask and Glade continued dueling it out. Within the confined space created by the Monarch and the layer of darkness added by Glade, there was no danger of their attacks harming the outside world. And this was a good thing because, each move they made from that point onwards was enough to wipe out a large portion of the continent.
"Dragon's Fangs!" Glade released a deadly toxin from his blade once more. This dispersed all over the area in an uneven manner because of the distortions on space created by Vask.
"Erase." The Monarch counterattacked by sucking in all of the poison within a gap in the space. Effectively taking away all of it even before a whiff of it could get near him.
