Schleya unleashed a barrage of rapid slashes, each one faster and heavier than the last, her twin blades striking Clara's golden barrier with brutal precision. Each one was aimed at a weak point.
But no matter how many times she struck, the barrier held firm, pulsing with dense sealing energy as if mocking her efforts. Sparks flew, illuminating the tension between them.
"Break!" Schleya yelled, her blood essence burning faster, causing her aura to flare crimson around her.
But Clara remained unfazed, her eyes shining with serene purple light, her voice calm and cold.
"You can't break the heavens with mere bloodlust," She stated, exhaling a breath of cold air.
She raised her hand lightly, and the barrier expanded lightly, pushing Schleya back a few steps.
But Schleya instantly took out a blood vial and slashed it, causing the blood inside to drip on her crimson blade.
Clara's eyes went wide.
