As the sun sank low, a battle raged in the ghost town. Through fog that appeared to be the land's dying breath, an unprecedented fight unfolded.
They'd been allies once, close friends even. Now they were enemies, each trying to prove themselves right through bloodshed.
Omega's signature pink made her power futile—Nava had seen it too many times.
Brave, though, fought without rage or fear, and Nava was clearly amused by his former friends' futile efforts. Both their True Abilities were useless against him.
Yet, neither Brave nor Omega was fazed despite facing one of the greatest swordsmen the Voiceless Region had seen.
Nava laughed most of the time, methodically taunting or cursing them through the fight. Even so, neither Omega nor Brave could make direct contact.
Nava's twin swords sliced them each time they approached. The cuts were deliberately shallow, as though he didn't consider them threats at all.
