"Damn… that elf is really going band for band with my soul servant," Stephan thought, his eyes narrowing as the desert shook with each clash.
Death and Vaenya were a blur of motion, colliding again and again, every strike echoing like thunder across the dunes. Sand exploded beneath their feet, the shockwaves rolling outward in violent gusts that made Stephan shield his face.
What unsettled him most was that Vaenya's blows weren't passing through Death like Elunor's had. Soul phasing, Death's greatest edge, was useless here.
"I wonder…" Stephan's jaw clenched as his gaze sharpened. "Is it because of that golden light in her hands?"
It wasn't just her hands. The glow was alive in her veins, crawling across her body like liquid fire. Whenever she moved, whether a strike, a block, or even a pivot, the light flared, forming a shield around her limbs and turning every attack into a weapon of soul-burning force.
