Lucian vanished.
A golden bolt of divine energy sliced through the devastated forest, its blinding speed rendering it a mere shimmer of light to the naked eye, quicker than the thunderous roar that would soon follow.
The broken trees around it stood no chance; some surviving ones were violently cleaved in two, while others were completely consumed in an inferno ignited by the radiant lightning that coursed through his being like a celestial fire.
With his spear thrust forward, its tip shimmering with a brilliance reminiscent of a comet hurtling through the night sky, Lucian aimed directly at Nathalie.
Nathalie's instincts kicked in with a jolt. In a desperate bid for survival, she conjured a spiral of ice shields, each one intricately etched with mana that glimmered against the backdrop of the battle.
The first shield shattered upon impact, a cascade of crystalline fragments sparkling like stars as they scattered into the air.
