The air hung heavy with tension, the sound of Thane's claymore dragging through the cobblestones were reverberating as he wrenched it free from the ground. Crimson light pulsed faintly along the jagged edges of his newly summoned axe, a weapon that radiated malice as though it had been forged in the depths of the Veil itself.
Morgan tightened his grip on his spear, his muscles coiled like a spring. Seline stood to the side, her eyes were darting between the two, panic etched on her face.
"Thane, stop this!"
But her plea was drowned in the clash of steel as Thane swung the massive axe in a sweeping arc. Morgan stepped back just in time, the weapon carving through the air with a whistling hum, splitting the stones beneath where he had stood moments before.
"You should've stayed out of this."
Thane growled, his crimson eyes were glowing faintly.
But Morgan didn't flinch.
"You've made it my business."
