Blades screamed in the air.
Theron pulled out his dagger swiftly, its foggy edge howling against the curved arch of the scythe's cut.
Sparks flew and swaths of snow melted as they pelted against the ground.
The region of the collision became a steaming lake of water in one instant, and then a barren wasteland in the next. It cratered, caving in and collapsing beneath the might of their crossed blades.
Theron took a strong step back, his gaze flickering as he looked at his dagger.
It was a strong weapon, an Arcane Blade of the Peak Cloud Resonance. But Theron felt like it almost collapsed under the impact just now.
The spear should have been at the same level, but clearly that was no longer the case. It was a Celestial Resonance weapon now, an entire Grade above Theron's own. If he didn't protect his dagger well, it would undoubtedly shatter.
