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The night sky was so beautiful, the shine of the stars as they fell through their orbit and gave way to the infinitely slow light. A light that shone brighter than most, a sword, one that even for just a moment, looked like a bright star.

A sigh echoed through the room, a swish of twin tails burst through the atmosphere, and just as the stars did, a burst of fire blazed hotter than even those stars. For just one moment.

It singed the edges of the walls, merely focused on one object, or more specifically one person. The man that, just like a shooting star, fell through the sky with an ethereal grace.

I sidestepped, my body turned so as to avoid any potential after clash, and I was right to, as even with all of the power my flames had mustered. Even if it was merely for a second, and none more.