Sparks of steel radiated. Blades swept, sliced, and lanced—missed.
Light strings weaved, coiling. Two figures twirled, twisted in erratic manners.
Every strike aimed to maim.To reap.
Death reflected every step; blades slashed too close for comfort. Sharp tips scraped at necks, groins, and eyes.
Any mistake proved fatal.
"You have grown in Eprenism and the combat acts involved." Yanza leapt back, hanfu sheared in various places.
Eltic crouched, charging. Gaze locked. Dagger held in vice grip.
Yanza frowned as he approached —shivering. His hands gripped the cane harder.
More sparks shone. Clangs of steel. Shockwaves scattered, seeping. Light filled the night.
The skyscraper quaked, beneath. Foundations tilted. Massive cracks raced down, gaps without ends.
The building gradually toppled. Grime blocked the rooftop. Skies painted ashen, rumbles reverberating.
