In Gladius's hand, he held no physical sword, but the air around his palm shimmered with barely contained energy. As he moved through a series of fluid stances, faint traces of sword-like energy could be seen trailing his movements, each arc and thrust leaving momentary tears in the air that quickly sealed themselves.
The contrast between their powers was striking - Arianna's fluid, all-encompassing spiritual magic against Gladius's focused, cutting sword energy.
Yet, there was a harmony in their training, a synergy that spoke of their deep connection and complementary abilities. The very air in the courtyard seemed to pulse with the combined force of their powers, creating a tapestry of magical energy that was both beautiful and terrifying to behold.
Lyra appreciated the sight for a moment before she recalled what Zephyr told her, subconsciously bringing her mood down.
