The skies cracked with each strike.
Blood Reaver's crimson blade shone with Divine Aura as it tore apart clouds, aiming for Mephisto's throat, while the pristine emerald scythe carved black scars into the land below, uncaring for either army. Each clash spread a thunderclap of aura, sending ripples that bent the wind and crushed the battlements below.
Orcs struggled, meanwhile, Levia's eyes closed, gathering her mana and the slight divine aura from her Divine sharp and pouring it into her shield.
"Protect them!
Shield of the Demon Empress!"
A pulse of demonic and divine swirled together, enlarging into a huge shield that projected above the battlement, similar to Asmodeus and his blood dome. This special divine skill took her Demon Empress form and power to protect the army.
"Haa... this should be enough."
Each moment, the magical shield built a new layer, growing them over and over again.
