“….”
A murderous aura filled the space. Behind Reed, a shadow spread like the ominous gates of an infernal palace.
It seemed that their precarious conversation had reached its end. It was time to return to actions more fitting for their adversarial relationship.
Within the oppressive atmosphere, Tesilid coolly evaluated his options.
Holding the holy sword here gave him no chance of winning. But if he wielded the demonic sword, all his efforts thus far would be undone. Therefore…
‘I’ll have to avoid the danger altogether.’
The moment he resolved to retreat, the battle began.
Swords forged from black, hellish flames clashed with those made of pure, radiant light.
The two forces collided, resulting in a violent explosion that whipped up a gale. Books flew through the air, debris from the cracked floor scattered, obscuring the view in a haze of yellow dust.
As his vision was clouded, Reed…