Jaenor did so to change his pattern and throw El'ran into confusion, and so far, it was working.
Their clash was immediate and overwhelming.
They moved through the devastated landscape exchanging blows so fast that individual strikes became impossible to distinguish. All the watching clans could see were the flashes of red and white light, hear the thunderous impacts, and feel the shockwaves that continued to ripple outward.
"They're going to kill each other," someone in the crowd said, voice hollow with shock.
"Or destroy the entire settlement first," another added.
Sarhita's hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "Come on, Jorghan. Show him. Show him what you really are."
As if hearing her silent plea, Jorghan made his move.
