Grayscale lights flashed in the night.
Adelphas' figure darted across the field as he brandished Anna Perenna, its black-forged blade glimmering with five violet circles. His steps quickened, and his movements blurred, reaching Mucia's position in mere instants.
Mucia immediately coated her hand with Mana before snapping her fingers in an elegant, almost nonchalant gesture. The birthed noise boomed like the surge of a catastrophic fulmination, creating a shockwave that blasted Adelphas far away.
The yellow-haired western islander, Cadarn, lunged towards Meilyr with a curved dagger, stabbing and slashing as best as he could.
Unfortunately for him, Meilyr was barely humoring his presence. He dodged the slow strikes and blocked any attempt at a body slam with a wall of pure Mana; his attention fixed on the real threat a few hundred meters behind him.
