Above the city of Elyndor, the sky had become a battlefield of exploding abilities and arcs of energy.
Behind, the giant white tower stretching towards the heavens was untouched, its surface reflecting the slashes of colour that mirrored the war raging between two combatants.
Each clash sent the clouds further apart as the blue sky was clear for all to see.
Trails of burning light and rivers of blood clashed. Void portals opening and closing in mere moments.
Yet all of it felt ignored as none of the civilians seemed perturbed by what was happening.
Radiant spears descended once more like meteor showers, each one blazing with Abyssal energy, enough to carve canyons into the landscape.
The Lord hurled the attack without hesitation, as though the destruction of the city was irrelevant to her. It felt as though she only had one goal. The annihilation of the woman fighting against her.
