The first clash was a deafening roar that echoed through the tomb's cavernous halls. Topaz's golden aura blazed against the obsidian blade of her katana, meeting Neveah's black-veined ice spear in a burst of wind and frost. Contrary to Topaz's expectations, Neveah wasn't just a mage. He moved with a predator's grace, his crimson eyes tracking her every move.
Despite her wind-enhanced speed and masterful metal manipulation technique, Topaz found herself constantly on the defensive. Neveah's strikes were deceptively swift, his strength far exceeding that of a normal human. Each blow of his ice spear, wreathed in dark energy, landed with a sickening thud, sending vibrations through her arms and forcing her back.
