When Raze saw Gizin standing there, completely unscathed, he found himself struggling to comprehend what was happening. His breathing was uneven, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword as his mind ran through every logical path it could.
Dark Magic has the property to destroy, Raze reminded himself, replaying the impact of his last attack. Even if Light Magic reacts strangely, condensing, reforming, twisting back to a single point, it shouldn't be possible for everything to survive if the entire mass is wiped out at once.
And yet, despite the overwhelming power of the Ten Descending Steps merged with his Eclipse Strike, despite the sky darkening and the ground cracking apart for miles, despite the storm of Qi and Dark Magic that had torn apart the arena…
Gizin still stood.
