Andrey was invigorated by the impending Wanderer Competition, a burst of new energy, life, and ideas that had everything proceeding at full speed.
For instance, every club's contestants were engaged in related activities.
Inside the Church of Holy Light.
Everything was bathed in golden holy light, illuminating this sparkling domain.
The claws of shadow and red lightning collided in the air, bursts of dark energy opening foul rifts of void. The shadows spilling out onto the ground could not erode the simple rows of wooden benches.
Loveday waved his arms, the blood-red whip of lightning lashing against Aryan's shield, while in response, shadowy claws shredded his afterimage.
Star Spirit emerged from the void, the shimmering armor lending an air of nobility to the gaunt figure akin to a dark templar.
