"Fast," Sylva muttered under her breath, eyes narrowing as she brought her sword up in front of her.
Razeal was already closing the distance no, devouring it. From below, his upward momentum was so rapid that to an untrained eye he would have appeared only as a dark, eerie blur shooting straight toward her. The black wings trailing behind him only made his silhouette more ominous.
Midway up, something changed. His black shadow blade began to glow faintly not with light, but with an ominous crimson aura. It bled over the sword, then spilled outward, crawling across his entire body. The aura seemed almost alive, swirling and writhing like it was eager to kill and devour whatever comes after killing her.
The black blur now carried a faint red edge, a streak of blood-colored menace tearing through the sky.
The clash came in a single explosive heartbeat.
BOOM.
