Lein watched from afar, observing the two figures standing in the middle of the void: Durnhardt and Valerian. The battle between them was only just beginning, but the ripples of energy had already shaken the surrounding space, creating distortions that reached even where Lein stood.
On one side, Durnhardt appeared calm, standing tall in the void now dominated by a thick violet glow. Around him, massive violet claws emerged from the emptiness, coated in black slime that moved like wild grass in the wind. They writhed as if possessing a will of their own, ready to devour anyone foolish enough to step into their domain.
Lein furrowed his brows. His gaze shifted to Valerian, the faceless figure that appeared only as a mass of dense black shadow. His dark aura expanded, cloaking a vast area like a fog creeping forward slowly but inevitably.
"I, Valerian, ancestor of the Tenebrae Sect, hereby declare war against the Maledictus Sect," he said in a raspy, cold voice.
