The lava plain trembled under the blows, each impact vibrating through the superheated air. The blackened rocks cracked under the fighters' footsteps, glowing fissures revealing the dormant magma beneath the earth's crust.
Isra advanced like a living storm, her boots crushing the still-smoldering ash. Her twin axes, Nirit and Tirat, spun in a deadly dance, their serrated blades tearing through the air with a sinister whistle. Every strike she landed against Jaedan's spear sent a shower of sparks flying, the mana-steel ringing under the brute force of the impact.
"You knew she was the future of the Moonshades, and you killed her!" Her voice was a ragged roar, twisted by fury.
Jaedan blocked the next strike, his arms shaking under the force. The shaft of his spear, Misi-Ginebig, groaned under the pressure. His water aura crackled around him, forming a bluish halo that evaporated into steam in the scorching heat.
