Sparks flew through the void of space, two colors mixing and intertwining.
One was golden, sharp, precise, and elegant.
The other was dark, raging, wild, and ferocious.
Where one cut, the other destroyed.
Where one moved with grace, the other moved with rage.
Planets and stars were reduced to cosmic dust in their wake.
It felt like a battle between two gods, with the void as the mortal world paying the price for their fury.
Levi pivoted to the side, his movement calm, almost casual, as if he were merely toying around.
Patrick's leg burst through the space Levi had occupied just moments ago.
It met emptiness.
Dark flames spiraled from that spot like a wave, rippling through the void as they burnt through the very fabric of space.
Levi swung his light sword at the flames, slicing through them before they could reach him.
The sword pressed forward with undeterred momentum, arcing toward Patrick's neck.
Patrick bent beneath the sword.
