The field of Val'Therya exploded in a spectacle of raw power and lethal beauty the moment Scarlet launched her first attack.
The red warrior spun through the air at a speed impossible to follow with the naked eye, propelled by a sudden burst of energy that tore the ground beneath her feet as if the earth itself were screaming under her fury. Her body traced a perfect arc as she spun in midair, and her outstretched leg described a flaming curve, aiming directly at Frieren's neck with a kick that looked more like the blade of a red-hot scythe.
But the elf was no less precise in her serenity.
With a fluid, almost lazy gesture, Frieren raised her arm wrapped in sleeves embroidered with magic, instantly conjuring a translucent ice shield. The crystal formed with a sharp crack, taking the shape of a resplendent hexagon that intercepted the blow flawlessly.
The impact was violent.
