Flying backwards through the air once more, Percival spun his sword above his head, turning the weapon to helicopter blades as he carefully landed on the dry earth.
But not long after his feet hit the soil, Eristasia sent a gust of slicing wind, causing him to adjust his momentum and somersault over the attack.
Using that spin, he countered by drawing the blade down with velocity, activating ⸢Bladewave⸥. But this time, the flame that followed that magical arc wasn't ⸢Soulfire⸥.
It was its upgraded, purple form, ⸢Soulscorch⸥.
The soul-burning flame crashed into Eristasia and her Griffin. Both let out cries of pain, their body aching as their souls dragged out within them, cold and freezing.
Eristasia struggled to keep her mount steady, and once the Griffin stopped shrieking, she looked at the Outworlder.
"What the hell was that?" she snarled.
