...The air trembled with power.
Swords clashed, the ring of steel against steel echoing across the once-festive streets.
Bursts of golden light, radiant and divine, shot forth from the knights of the Holy Church, their Spiritual Energy forming blades of judgment that cut through the air.
Buildings crumbled under their force, and the sky above flickered with flashes of brilliance.
But the pirates were no weaklings.
Those who wielded Elemental Energy raised their hands, and the very earth cracked as jagged rock spears burst forth, impaling knights mid-charge. Flames danced, consuming robes and banners alike, while powerful gusts of wind sent men tumbling through the streets like ragdolls.
One knight, his armor engraved with holy symbols, thrust his palm forward, sending a wave of golden fire surging toward a group of pirates. But before it could land, a pirate captain with deep blue tattoos stepped forth, his hands glowing with aquamarine energy.
