Before Lucian could process the sudden shift in the air, the phantom's body contorted with unnatural speed, its shadowy sword hurtling toward his neck with deadly precision.
Lucian's instincts flared to life, his combat senses honed to perfection.
Without a second thought, he raised his katana, its polished steel flashing as it intercepted the phantom's strike with a resounding clash.
The world around them seemed to warp in an instant.
The two combatants blurred into motion, their bodies almost indistinguishable as they clashed.
Each blow, each movement, was an explosion of force.
Strength met Strength.
Speed met Speed.
Aura clashed with Aura.
The shrill sound of metal on metal rang out in the stillness of the battlefield as their swords collided with relentless fury.
Each strike was a deadly attempt to find an opening, a gap in the other's defense.
