The metal sang in the air the instant Morgana lunged forward.
There was no warning. No count. Not a word beyond the threat spat out with raw rage.
The blade described a violent arc, charged with aura, cutting the space where Damon's neck had been a blink of an eye before. He threw himself aside by pure reflex, his body reacting before his mind had finished processing the danger.
The ground exploded where the sword struck.
Shattered stone, dust, a shockwave that made the gate's banners shake violently.
"YOU BASTARD—!" Morgana spun her body and attacked again, giving him no time to even regain his balance.
[Alert! Extreme danger!]
[Recommendation: Immediate defense!]
Damon rolled, felt the blade pass close to his back, tearing the fabric of his coat. He slid to his knees, instinctively raised his hands… and then realized.
He was unarmed.
No spear.
No sword.
Nothing.
Only his own body… and mind.
