Swoosh!
Aestrea's figure blurred into nothingness, leaving only a faint lavender glow in the air where he once stood.
Yara's sharp eyes quickly looked around, scanning for any sign of him.
The battlefield had gone completely silent...
But then, it happened.
A crack split through the space in front of her, jagged and raw like shattered glass, followed by an overwhelming lavender energy.
Fwooooom!
A fissure of space tore open a few meters behind her, the lavender mist swirling violently as Aestrea stepped out, his frost-covered sword raised high.
His energy seemed to stretch beyond him, warping the air itself, distorting everything around them.
The ground beneath his feet cracked, unable to handle the weight of his power.
Yara whipped around, her instincts kicking in just a second too late.
"Shi—!"
Before she could fully react, Aestrea swung his sword in a single, devastating arc. The motion was impossibly fast, almost elegant, but the impact was anything but.
BOOM!
