Forge With Cosmos

She smirked, her hands moving in a blur as she caught one of his swords mid-flight. In an instant, she spun it back toward him, her movements fluid and precise. Pyris deflected the blade with a hastily conjured shield, but the force drove him back again.

Before he could recover, she was on him, her speed almost imperceptible. A smaller blade appeared in her hand, and she slashed it toward his side. Pyris barely dodged, the edge grazing his armor and sending sparks flying.

"You're holding back," she said, her voice low but cutting. "You think you're ready to forge with the me? Prove it."

Pyris responded by summoning a massive scythe, its blade curved like the crescent moon. He swung it with all his strength, the weapon slicing through the air with a deafening hum.