The black fumes were disrupted as purple lightning cracked through it everywhere. As Asher was about to thrust, he suddenly felt something threatening approach him from his left. His eyes widened as he suddenly vanished.
Where he stood previously, the dark fumes there disrupted before assuming the shape of string-like spears, piercing the air. Appearing in the distance, he stared at the mysterious figure who had his back facing him.
"Crap." He muttered before leaping backwards again, dodging another set of spears made of dark fumes that had just pierced the place where he stood previously.
Just as his feet lightly tapped against the pond beneath, he felt several threats incoming towards him. With gritted teeth, he swung his sword, slashing the several spears apart and heading his way. His gaze showed caution and worry as he did so.
