The enemy general effortlessly raised his spear imbued with his own Spear aura, intercepting Sylvia's strike with remarkable ease. His deep, unsettling voice echoed beneath the hood, dripping with arrogant mockery. "Speed alone won't save you, mortal."
Sylvia raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Are you an immortal that you keep referring to me as mortal?" She twisted her body while spearing, swiftly deflecting his spear's counter-strike with her blade.
The sound of clashing weapons resonated crisply, sparks igniting briefly in midair. He smiled creepily, "You wouldn't be wrong to call us immortals."
She frowned, but each of her movements remained smooth, swift, and precise, enhanced by her Wind affinity.
However, despite her impeccable form, the enemy general matched her pace with indifference, shadows wrapping around his weapon, multiplying his speed and power.
