As Ash was lost in thought, the fight between Saint Nichole and the semi-divine beast was in full swing.
The Saint, with his lean yet broad frame and golden, blazing eyes, never stood in one place. He moved constantly, his steps precise and fluid, while the attacks of the beast failed to find their mark. The window it had to strike from was small, but Saint Nichole's movements had no such restrictions.
From the space crack, only a glowing, diamond-shaped eye could be seen, radiating a strange, almost hypnotic energy. The fight appeared simple at first glance—Nichole attempting to reach the crack while the beast attacked—but there was another battle happening, invisible to anyone. The clash of domains.
