It was thrilling. It was exciting. It was what I had been longing for.
Every move I made was calculated. My body screamed in pain and exhaustion, but my magic kept me going as I dodged, blocked, and struck with the crystalline blade of my scythe.
The first seconds of battle seemed to be going in the Ereth soldiers' favour, but soon that was no longer the case. They wanted to keep me at bay with their long, deadly spears, but things weren't the same as they were in Baile Chailce.
These Ereth weren't right next to a Divine Pillar. They didn't have that golden light constantly supporting them, giving them power, healing and protecting them. Here, I had the upper hand. And I didn't hesitate to demonstrate that.
Flames burst out of me as I blocked the first thrust of their spears with my scythe. The flames burnt them as I dashed forward, cutting off their limbs without hesitation. Empowered by my magic, I was too fast for them to react in time.
