A sharp hum vibrated through the air. What is happening? Why are we even brought to this place?
Athena barely had time to react before her sword, Arthivian, materialized before her. Huh? I did not summon my sword! Why did it...
The black blade shimmered with streaks of violet lightning, crackling like a storm barely contained within its metal. How did the blade turn black?
Mors' sword, Elsienflora, appeared simultaneously, bursting into existence with an intense golden glow.
Flames licked along its edge, the heat so fierce that Athena swore she could feel it scorching her skin even from a distance. Is that the real appearance and power of his sword?
Both weapons hovered in the air between them, their energies colliding, lightning clashing with fire, power against power.
Athena's breath caught. What's happening?
