BAAAM!
Selene's eyes twitched at the sight.
That violent surge of aura, thick, wild, glowing, was not something she expected to see.
It glowed around Aestrea like a storm of violet fire. The edges cracked and hissed, lifting the dust around him.
The whole battlefield trembled under the weight of it.
Then—
CRACK!
Thin lines of violet light split the air around him.
They grew and stretched until each one took the shape of a sword.
Six swords appeared behind Aestrea, made entirely of his Aura. Long, sharp, floating with a deadly hum. Each one buzzed faintly, as if alive.
He didn't speak.
He just pointed at her his finger at her.
WHOOSH!
The first sword flew.
Selene barely ducked in time, her hair whipping back as the blade cut clean through the stone behind her.
The second followed, and the third, one after another—
SWOOSH!
SWOOSH!
She twisted her body, jumping between the petals in the air, flipping backward to gain space.
But the blades chased her.
