I gasped. "Obliterated?"
Elise giggled at my expression. "Not literally, Xiv. But whatever happened, the two started sparring like this every single day. They don't use any mana at all, just swords and skill."
"I…I guess that makes more sense then. But still…"
I sighed, shaking my head. Luke was a lot like Soltair when it came to combat. He possessed absurd power, enough that he'd been able to overwhelm Rash'alon, a literal curse demon lord, with the power of his curses. But while he'd spent his entire life fighting, he lacked the sheer experience of an immortal demon like Fyren. If it were just a contest of skill, how could he ever compete? He wasn't even twenty yet.
Wait…was he?
