Valeria tightened her grip on the hilt of her Zweihander, her breaths steadying as she met Varen's intense gaze. She could feel the weight of his mana pressing down on her, the oppressive heat of his flames radiating with every movement. His presence alone was enough to make the air feel heavy, as though the battlefield itself bowed to his dominance.
She shifted her stance slightly, her armor catching the sunlight as she prepared to meet his next assault.
'He's no ordinary opponent,' she thought, her eyes narrowing. 'His swordsmanship is refined, deliberate. Every strike has purpose.'
And she wasn't wrong. Varen moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, each swing of his greatsword precise and calculated. Combined with the overwhelming force of his mana, he was a force to be reckoned with.
