[MATURE CONTENT, must be 18+] The Blight was the reason why the human race was nearly wiped out of existence but through the creation of the Astral beings, the high humans, Alto-Umano wielded the Brigante Ark to stave off the darkness. But peace is not constant and the cycle of desire and bloodshed bids to start anew.
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Brigante Ark

Alastor’s afterimages allowed him to cut Ursax chest. The second attempt failed. The pain snapped Ursax instinct. He completely blocked him and attempted to counter, but Alastor is five feet away from him. 


The area was wide enough for them to fight. The only thing that keeps them at the edge is the trees that surround them. 


Alastor admitted to himself, some of his movements are uncalled for. He tried to outflank him but he was caught by his wind magic and got blasted away. 


He circled him around. Alastor’s footsteps are impressive. There was no hint of where he’s going to strike. 


Ursax swayed his white cloak. His face was scrunched up in anger but remained composed. He slowly drew another blade from his belt. The blade made a hissing whisper as it was removed from its purse. 


Alastor didn’t wait furthermore and attempted to strike him from his behind. The sharp hiss of wind cut by Alastor’s blade caught his attention. Ursax turn over to his left and blocked Alastor’s sword. 


Recalling through pain