They both moved but before they could clash they found their bodies unable to move.
A blue strings bound their souls like they were puppets. " Soul Art: Marionette." They saw Naledi standing above them.
Both cut the strings using their laws and divine flames but they didn't continue fighting.
They flew back down while glaring at each other vigilantly. Naledi touched Ved's face and stroked it gently.
" Calm down my love, he isn't worth your anger." Her words made Azalon even angrier but he was also wary now.
Ved had demonstrated the ability to threaten him and Naledi had been able to incapacitate him even if briefly.
Both were powerful, he was no longer very confident in being able to defeat them but another realisation hit him.
Azalon realised he might not be as special as he was in his universe, there were others just as powerful as he was.
Of course he didn't know that both of them were much stronger. The only reason he gave Ved trouble.
