Silence reigned.
They simply looked at one another, unblinking. Roses of gold stared into a gaze of rose and crimson currents.
And then, Uriel blinked.
BANG!
The Spirit vanished, dodging in time as a thick vine tore out of the ground, sending rock and mud flying into the air.
The thick vine shook, then transmuted into the same glaive Uriel had been wielding moments earlier. It fell into his palm just as he stepped forward, light aether infusing across every layer of his body.
The Spirit reappeared dozens of meters away from where Uriel had been, yet he instantly appeared upon her, his glaive swinging down toward her.
She chuckled. "Oh, no, please, I truly abhor violence."
Space tore apart, the shards twisting into a rose that stood between the Spirit and Uriel. His glaive slammed into the rose, falling into an abyss of folded space.
