Marden moved like a scarlet phantom across the battlefield.
Blood surged from the wounds on his body before rapidly condensing into crimson daggers that floated around him.
With a series of hand seals, the daggers shot forth at terrifying speed, tearing through the air with piercing shrieks. At the same time, his wounds rapidly healed.
Powerful gusts of wind erupted around Nylian as he swung his hand outward. Blades of compressed air crashed against the incoming blood daggers midair, detonating into storms of crimson mist and spiraling winds.
At the same time, Daniel's figure flickered through the shadows like a ghost. One moment, he was dozens of meters away, and the next…
He emerged directly behind Marden with a sword cloaked in darkness.
Clang!
A blood dagger instantly flew back to intercept the strike, producing sparks and violent shockwaves.
The battlefield trembled beneath the three Magi as the dance of shadow, wind, and blood raged on.
