Al was already prepared. From his hand, a long black blade erupted, forged entirely from the flames of his energy. The sword burned with an eerie life of its own, vibrating with a low hum that was not unlike the wails of tormented spirits.
The sound alone was enough to raise the hairs on the back of anyone's neck, a dreadful reminder that this weapon was no ordinary creation.
Sacred Magic: Hell Fire Blade.
"Be ready," he spoke flatly, his voice carrying no more weight than a whisper, yet it echoed like an executioner's decree. Each small step he took across the empty air left behind trails of black fire, like a night sky being devoured one spark at a time.
Axis sharpened her gaze. Her eyes glowed faintly with a purplish hue, resembling embers kissed by the moon's radiance. Her silver hair danced gently in the current of energy filling the battlefield, responding to the unseen rhythm of power.
