Defeating An Exalted Rank Off-Worlder

Smoke and dust choked the air, swirling around the shattered ruins and deep craters that marred the ground.

The earth itself seemed to groan from the sheer destruction wrought by the battle.

Leo stood, swaying like a leaf in the wind. His chest heaved and his entire body screaming in agony. Blood dripped from countless wounds.

His right arm holding Nightshade, trembled continuously. And his legs felt like they could give out at any second. But all this was only possible because of the purple-golden light still enveloping, or he would had already been deader than dead on the floor.

Lilliana stood opposite him, her silver hair slightly disheveled, her violet eyes gleaming with cold fury.

The air around her shimmered with power, blood-red spears and swords forming and dissolving in the air around her as her rage boiled over.

"You're still standing?" Lilliana's voice was sharp, unsteady. "You should be dead!"