Elara gritted her teeth as she weathered the onslaught. Aria's strikes weren't just fast—they were relentless, a never-ending cascade of brilliance and precision. Each one forced her back, forcing her to give ground inch by inch.
The Divine Ascendancy technique had elevated Aria's attacks to an entirely new level. Every slash carried an almost divine weight, a celestial pressure that threatened to break through Elara's defenses with sheer inevitability.
But Elara wasn't one to break.
She shifted her stance, planting her feet firmly. If I can't match her speed, I'll meet her with power.
A deep breath—then her aura flared violently, flames licking at the air around her. Her greatsword pulsed with energy, the temperature around her spiking as she channeled raw strength into her next move.
Aria's sword flickered, another golden arc hurtling toward her. Not this time.