While they fought tooth and nail, the clash of their unleashed magic in the background erupted high above.
BOOOOOM!
The sky exploded in a rainbow of color, an aurora of fire, frost, lightning, and darkness spreading across the heavens. Waves of raw mana rippled outward in violent pulses, lighting up the battlefield in flickering hues.
Neither Elvira nor the Alpha looked up. They were locked in the center of it all.
The Alpha attacked again, claws gleaming with condensed shadow, aiming straight for her throat.
Elvira parried with the flat of her dagger, but the blow knocked her back—slamming her into a broken slab of stone. She coughed blood, her ribs aching, but she didn't fall.
The Alpha came again, fast and relentless. A tendril burst from the ground. She flipped to the side, the tip grazing her boot—another inch and it would've gone straight through her leg.
The Alpha's claw slashed—tearing her shoulder barrier clean. She raised her hand. "Hallowed Seal!"
