Valtharion's voice was a low growl. "Now I see why they want you dead. You are really the Ruler's Prophecy."
He lunged, a blur of shadow and steel, his mangled hand no weakness. His greatsword sliced through the air, shadows trailing like hissing snakes. Leo vanished in a blue flash, pure speed, his spear screaming with lightning as it stabbed at Valtharion's ribs.
CLANG!
The demon twisted, blocking with his blade, runes glowing bright. The clash sent a shockwave that shattered rocks, Valtharion's arm shaking.
Leo became a storm, blinking in and out—behind, above, below—each spear strike a thunderclap, lightning exploding in wild, blue arcs, lighting the glade like a firework show.
[Time remaining: 130s]
Valtharion roared, the sound shaking the ground, gripping his greatsword with both hands. He swung upward, a huge slash that sent a wave of shadow mana ripping into the sky, splitting clouds of ash. Leo jumped back, the attack tearing a deep crack in the earth.
