The ancient mausoleums of Arthur's necropolis echoed with the sound of steel meeting magical energy as Reika pressed her relentless assault against Maxwell. Each clash sent sparks of dark and golden light cascading through the impossible architecture, illuminating hieroglyphs that seemed to shift and change when observed directly.
Maxwell was beginning to understand the true scope of his predicament. Stripped of his sophisticated magical techniques by Tiamat's overwhelming authority, he was fighting like a common Integration-ranker—powerful, but crude. Meanwhile, Reika's supernatural Gift continued to enhance her capabilities, the ink patterns on her skin now forming intricate mandalas that pulsed with borrowed power from the necropolis itself.
