"So tell me, is this the best you can do?" Lucian taunted, breathing hard but steady, eyes locked on his opponent.
"This won't take long," Zevric replied calmly, lowering his stance. "I think I'll end it… with this attack."
He charged forward, sand erupting beneath his boots. Lucian's instincts screamed in warning. He could feel the threat closing in. Quickly, he raised his hand, summoning every blade in his arsenal.
In an instant, more than three hundred swords materialized before him, hovering in midair, forming a dense barrier of steel. A glowing shield surrounded him as he began flinging razor-sharp darts from his left hand in rapid bursts, each aimed directly at Zevric's chest.
