A furious, guttural grunt tore from Davina's lips as she swiped her claws with ferocious force.
Slash—!
Her claws hummed with baleful emerald light, charged with both moonlight and starlight energy—and the moment they bit into the last High Millinar's guard, they detonated. The concussive blast hurled the last High Millinar backward; his boots skidded across the red shore as he fought to keep his balance.
It took a few stumbling steps before he could recover.
And his hands already moved.
Immortal energy swirled around his hand, summoning both water and ice from thin air.
It froze and sharpened into a katana with a viciously serrated edge, promising a messy cut against flesh. A blob of dense, dark water hovered near the handle, shifting and churning like a living accessory. His eyes snapped left and right, tracking the white blur that twirled around him.
Vadyn was moving from one shattered glass shard to another with terrifying speed.
