The clash between Harvey and Alaric was a tempest of destruction, shattering the world around them. Alaric wielded his Glaive—a monstrous weapon forged for annihilation—its blade slicing the air with a guttural roar, leaving trails of scorched dirt and smoldering grass.
The heat from its swings seared Harvey’s face, the acrid stench of burning earth filling his lungs. Each blow sent shockwaves rippling outward, rattling Harvey’s bones as he skidded backward, his boots digging trenches in the soil.