Crimson Principles of War
The battle between Azriel and Anos was a one sided affair.
The endless white world inside the soul realm trembled under the pressure of their clash. Waves of mana rolled across the empty expanse like invisible storms, distorting the very air with every collision of steel. The sound of swords striking echoed endlessly, sharp and violent, like thunder trapped inside a hollow heaven.
Even though at the moment Azriel was suppressing his power to match Anos, the latter was having difficulty keeping up.
Anos stepped back heavily, his boots carving deep marks into the white ground beneath him. His breathing had become rough. Black and crimson mana coiled around his body like smoke, yet every movement of Azriel still remained impossible to predict.
Clang!
Their swords collided once more.
