Mireille and Arya's coordinated assault was a masterclass in Warlady precision. Mireille's blue blade carved a silent arc toward Tiffany's throat, a lethal whisper of Vitae-infused steel.
Arya flanked her, red blade angled low, poised for a crippling strike from the side.
Pyralis didn't move. The Dragon Lord raised a hand, and an invisible wall of force halted Mireille's blade mid-swing, the air was infused with dark energy clashing against the sword's pure Vitae. The impact sent a shiver through the room.
"Pathetic." Pyralis boomed, its voice a thunderclap laced with malice. A shockwave of corrupted energy erupted outward, slamming into both Warladies.
While Pyralis was momentarily occupied with Arya and Mireille, Zaeryn slipped through the chaos. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, his strike landing true across the face.
"Pathetic?" Zaeryn spat, his voice sharp with defiance as his blow connected. "You're one to talk."
