Two different footsteps echoed within the storm of dust, slow and deliberate, their rhythm heavy yet controlled, then through it, two hazy figures that couldn't be clearly made out stepped forward, their silhouettes cutting through the swirling debris like phantoms emerging from a battlefield long forgotten.
Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.
The sound seemed to echo higher and higher as they walked, each step unnaturally loud, as though the world itself amplified their presence, and the next moment the two figures walked out side by side, the dust parting around them like a curtain being drawn back, revealing them clearly. They were Aura Nova and Lucian.
Lucian stood with his katana already sheathed, but his hand still resting firmly on the hilt, fingers loose yet ready, as the katana almost seemed to dance faintly within its scabbard, trembling for more of this clash and battle as though it couldn't get enough, like a predator starved for blood.
