The swords clashed without end. The ground trembled under the impact of those adventurers' power, cracking into small lines that spread like webs beneath their feet. Each collision made the air vibrate, as if the world itself were being struck again and again.
Constant flashes of sparks and shockwaves filled the battlefield with distant sounds that grew in crescendo. The metallic clang blended with the cracking of crystal and the roar of wind compressed by the violence of their movements, creating a chaotic symphony of battle.
Arrows flew, painting the air with blurred streaks of red blood, leaving liquid trails that broke into particles before fading away. They struck the princess's head, causing small explosions of ash and crystalline fragments that were sent flying.
