Myne smirked, her daggers spinning in her hands as if they were an extension of her own being. "Consider it done."
She vanished into a wisp of shadow, reappearing amidst a group of Abyssal reinforcements at the battlefield's rear. The air grew cold as her shadowmancy erupted in tendrils, snaring the enemies and dragging them into a void of darkness. Their panicked screams were quickly silenced.
"That's one less wave to deal with," she muttered, her daggers glinting with shadowy energy as she moved toward her next target.
Aiden, at the front lines, clashed with the Abyssal general. Their weapons met in a deafening clash that sent shockwaves rippling across the battlefield. The general's halberd radiated Abyssal energy, each swing threatening to shatter Aiden's defenses.
"You're strong, mortal," the general growled, his crimson eyes narrowing. "But strength alone won't save you."
