BOOM.
Palm and spear met, a cascade of explosions and shattering air radiating out in all directions, only to spill into the shadows of the world and vanish without a trace.
To the two of them, it felt like the world was ending, but to anyone just outside the range of their battle, there was little more than silence…
Until the wall of wind reacted.
Waves of elite guards were sent flying back from their positions, their attempts to close in and surround Theron falling in failure.
And then Analisc's lips curled into a sneer.
Her palm exploded in size—not in a projection of flesh and blood, but instead in a pulsing wall of darkness that overshadowed everything in its path.
Suddenly, Theron felt as though all of his strength vanished—not from his arms and legs, but instead from his blade itself. It felt like he was pushing into a wave of air, and yet he wasn't able to move forward. It was the most peculiar feeling he had ever experienced.
