The clash between Malkurt's radiant might and the chilling darkness of necromancy ripped through the heart of Siterion.
Dame Elara Vancroft, a beacon of holy fire, lunged at Arin, as her massive holy sword sought to purge the very essence of his being.
Arin, like a silent, green-blooded phantom he was, met her with his trusted twin daggers, Vanom Fangs. The Daggers' toxic glow was a stark contrast to the blinding aura of Elara's Holy Sword.
Their duel was a whirlwind of impossible speed against divine precision.
Arin weaved, dodged, and struck, while his daggers were constantly aiming for the vital points.
But Elara was moving with a grace that contradicted her heavy armor. Her holy aura was deflecting his most deadly strikes.
After all, she was a true master of divine combat; her every move was backed by centuries of battle experience and the raw power of her god.
The impact of their blades sent shockwaves through the air, vibrating through the very cobblestones.
