A distance away from the civilians and injured soldiers of the estate, two silhouettes were clashing at ghostly speeds while a blue flaming bird aided the person.
"Damn, brat, and to think you're using me as a test subject," Soreil said in an angry voice as he felt Victor could have finished him sooner but was merely toying with him, which only enraged him further. He did not know whether to feel grateful or furious.
Soreil was enveloped by extremely sharp silver lights that shattered anything in their path, while Victor was surrounded by black lightning.
"Moon Descent!"
Soreil's voice thundered across the destroyed battlefield. He leaped forward, and the silhouette of a silver moon appeared as his sword became coated in moonlight. As he descended, it felt as though the moon itself was crashing down.
The sword of Soreil released a brilliant milk-white radiance as he descended toward Victor.
