Lucian and Aura Nova didn't immediately tear toward one another like mortal enemies colliding in a frenzy of hatred. No, they stood with calm, almost unsettling ease as they stared at one another in silence, their hair dancing gently to the quiet rhythm of the wandering wind, the air between them heavy with restrained violence and anticipation that neither of them bothered to conceal.
Lucian's voice came first, the tone smooth and controlled, breaking the silence that had settled thickly between the both of them, "we finally meet, Aura Nova," he spoke, his voice low, composed, yet faintly expectant, as though this moment had been something he had foreseen for a long time.
"It seems so," Aura Nova replied with a battle smile on her face that never seemed to leave, the corners of her lips curved upward in excitement rather than fear, battle intent dancing wildly within her eyes as she stared at Lucian with predatory focus, as though carving his image directly into her mind.
