Laxin's eyes burned with draconic crimson as he snarled, "So… you carry a dragon's blessing as well. But so what?"
His hand came up, clawed fingers curling as if grasping unseen power. Shadows deepened, and the air grew heavier, as if the night itself bowed before him. "What I possess," he said, voice like a blade scraping bone, "is something greater—Dragon Death Magic."
The air split with the hiss of ancient words."Noct Drath!" — Darkness Strike.
A crescent of black fire erupted from his sword's edge, searing the ground in its wake.
Fenric spun away, boots skidding on crushed stone, and barked his own incantation through gritted teeth."Luxa Seln!" — Light Shield.
Radiance flared, the moonlit barrier clashing with the wave of annihilation. The impact rang like a bell, shards of light scattering into the air.
He didn't stop—Fenric's voice rolled again, sharp and commanding."Veyl Vana!" — Wind Push.
