The swamp continued to disappear.
It was no longer possible to call that region a battlefield.
Much less natural territory.
Victor and Leon had surpassed that stage several minutes ago.
Each clash between the two destroyed a different part of the landscape. Centuries-old trees vanished. Entire lakes evaporated. Mountains of mud were hurled into the sky only to collapse seconds later as rain.
Most impressively, neither of them seemed particularly tired.
The fight was still escalating.
And that was a problem for everyone else present.
Leon emerged from a mass of condensed shadows as his black spear advanced on a trajectory impossible for most participants to follow.
The weapon cut through the air.
It tore through the atmosphere.
It pierced the space where Victor should have been.
But found only emptiness.
The next instant, Victor appeared above him.
His knee dropped.
Leon raised his arm.
