The clashing sounds of weapons echoed through the arena as the Waterbanes made their first move against the Thunderbanes.
The stage was soon filled with the dance of sharp, piercing yet elegant waves of water and the violent surge of crimson lightning.
The crowd erupted in joy, witnessing the clash between these Awakened Sages. However, the atmosphere in the high tower where the leaders of each sect were seated was eerily calm, all their eyes fixed on the strange phenomenon unfolding below.
Despite the Waterbanes launching the first aggressive assault, which should have eliminated at least half of the Thunderbanes, not a single one of them was fazed by the attack.
Every strike directed at them was swiftly blocked, and in return, the Thunderbanes launched even fiercer counterattacks of their own. Their flawless coordination, defending and covering for one another, was something so rare that only veteran soldiers with years of experience could pull it off.
