The Forges of Combat

Azemo prepared to enter the fray as he saw the blades of Kclzan tearing into the thin man's final shield.

Bella was still at an impasse with the lions, but she was throwing them around like they were toys.

Ima was returning from her sprint in the forest after taking down a useless bird.

As for Nevrys he was waiting for the right time to unleash his life saving item. An item he had spent years making, so he wanted to get the most out of it.

The thin man was still in the fish tank with all of the blades and only for brief seconds was he able to see any light. His only source of light was the barrier that surrounded him and his remaining spell scrolls.

Crash. Smash. Slash.

Nevrys saw his barrier beginning to crumble and yet he remained calm, waiting and believing that he could overcome his predicament.

Finally Azemo entered the blades domain and as he walked the swords moved out of his way creating a bubble in the otherwise endless sea of swords.