The battlefield trembled.
-BOOOOM!
A powerful shockwave ripped through the field, shaking the very earth between the Celesta Kingdom and the Arvatra Empire. This stretch of land had been chosen again and again throughout history, a cursed ground where countless wars between the two rival nations had left scars deep in the soil.
High above that scarred land, two figures clashed in midair. Sparks, flames, and lightning lit up the night.
One of them was a woman with flowing, dark blue hair, Princess Lisandra Arvatra, heir to the Empire that bore her name.
Opposite her floated a figure whose beauty and bearing blurred the lines between masculine and feminine. Platinum-blond hair glimmered under the moonlight, framing a face that seemed carved from ice. This was Prince Alphonse Sylvain Celesta of the Celesta Kingdom.
Both of them carried an otherworldly aura.
