The air split with every strike.
Rama's blade clashed against Caedryn's dark Mana again and again, lighting the ruins with bursts of fire and shadow and Mana shockwaves.
Each swing from Rama's Cinderfall sword cut arcs of molten light through the air, while Caedryn conjured spears, claws, and walls of corrupted force to meet them.
Sparks rained. The stones cracked. The very ground seemed to recoil from their battle.
Caedryn shouted something in a forgotten tongue as he unleashed a torrent of jagged violet and black tendrils from his hands.
They tore through the air like whips, screeching with unnatural hunger as if alive.
Rama moved his body low to dodge beneath the first tendrils, severed two of them with a quick fiery slash, and surged forward through the rest.
One tendril wrapped around his arm, but Cinderfall burned it away with a hiss.
