The wind stilled.
The moment the chain clicked taut between Zephyr's katana and scythe— Noctis vanished.
Zephyr moved an instant later.
A sharp crack ruptured the silence as both blurred forward, blades drawn— one made in darkness, the other etched in hollow violet.
Theorically it was impossible, the both of them were performing tricks only available to those as Delta.
The way darkness bled from Noctis hand to form a blade to the way Zephyr wrapped his blade in his Aether, it was impossible for them at Elpison to grasp it, it was a natural limitation and no one would spare time to solve something that would natural resolve itself.
But they were able to do it. Why? In Noctis's case it was talent, he was a favoured by the world. While Zephyr in the other hand, was a product of talent and his new strange eye.
Their weapons clashed.
CLANG—!
