The sky trembled.
White pressure swirled in elegant arcs, compressing the air into streaks of glowing force. Below it, lime aura blazed — raw, untamed, hissing with destruction.
High above the ruins of the Destroyers Abode, Lina and Anessa clashed.
They danced.
Clashed wasn't even the right word. It was art. Violent, brilliant art.
Anessa shot forward like a missile, her fist cocked, lime aura wrapped tight around it. A streak of vapor trailed behind her as her momentum cracked the sky.
Lina didn't move.
Until the very last second.
FWUMP.
A burst of pressure erupted beneath her feet, launching her sideways. Her figure blurred, slipping to the side like oil on glass. Anessa's fist cut through empty space, devouring the wind.
Then—
CLANG.
Lina's boot connected with Anessa's ribs from the blind spot, riding a platform of compressed pressure. The impact echoed, but Anessa didn't flinch. Her aura hissed, devouring the force, but the positioning—
It staggered her.
