Erend's sharp eyes followed every movement, taking note of the nuances in the battle. The crimson-coated man who he heard his name was Thalrok from the exchange between him and Krevak, wielded his fire like a living weapon and using it to propel himself across the battlefield with bursts of power. His flames coiled and lashed out like serpents.
Krevak, in contrast, fought with a more refined style. His golden fire moved like liquid light and forming weapons and shields with a fluidity that matched the elegance of his movements. Both of them were strong, their teamwork seamless as they coordinated attacks to keep Eccar on the defensive. As if they had been doing this for so long.
But Eccar wasn't defeated yet.
