Chapter 87: Fractured Clashes

Clang!

The first strike came like an fractured illusion, a smear through reality.. A flicker of steel, faster than breath, faster than what time could comprehend... colliding with an arc of frozen death.

Clang! Clang!

A curved blade met ice, venom lashing against frost. Multiple illuminated sparks scattered around, glinting against the mirrored loose camp ground. Ice shards broke apart mid-air, suspended in the moment before they hit the ground, frozen in time by the sheer pressure between them.

Celia's grip tightened.

Her Icy blue blade, wreathed in absolute chilling frost, pressed forward. The blade hummed.. cold creeping along its length, devouring the space itself, dragging temperature into the void of its existence.

But Hela's curved blade did not break.