Just as Draven was about to press forward, his blade dangerously close to slashing across the spear-wielder's exposed side—
A shift.
A violent, unnatural shift.
The air trembled.
Mana—raw, overwhelming, **immense—**erupted into the sky from across the city.
A pulse so powerful it sent an involuntary shudder through Draven's body. It wasn't just strong—it was suffocating. A clash. A collision of forces so absurd that for a moment, the battlefield around him felt like it had shrunk, like the true fight was happening somewhere else entirely.
Draven instinctively jumped back, disengaging from his opponent as he turned his gaze to the distance, toward the source.
And there it was.
A pillar of crackling, intertwining energy—two forces colliding.
One, sharp and unwavering, controlled but unrelenting. The kind of power that came from years of tempered, disciplined battle.
The other—wild, suffocating, endless. Something that refused to be contained.
