In that moment, Turai's energy flared, and with a sharp motion, he summoned a new weapon—this time, a sleek, blue-edged sword made entirely of frozen magic. The blade shimmered with raw power as Turai moved with blinding speed, slashing at Ijar's side.
Ijar barely had time to summon his shadows to block the blow, but even then, the force of the attack sent him skidding backward, his feet digging into the earth to slow his momentum.
Turai didn't let up. He closed the distance between them in a flash, his movements graceful and precise. He slashed again, and again, each strike pushing Ijar further and further back. Ijar's shadow blades barely held, and for the first time, the once confident assassin felt the creeping touch of fear.
