Roland's aura spread like a rising tide.
A huge sword of Aether formed in his hand.
He shot forward like a comet toward Elvira and Draeven.
Draeven slammed his shovel upward.
The purple mist along its edge thickened.
CLANG!!!
The clash shook the barrier dome around them.
Roland's sword slid, then snapped back into line.
"Oh?" Roland said.
"So you still hide some of your power."
Draeven did not answer.
He never hid any power. This was what he got from the Primordial Flame.
He charged again.
The shovel carved a sharp arc aimed for Roland's neck.
Roland twisted his wrist.
His sword grew longer by a full meter.
The tip cut down like a guillotine.
BAM!!!
Draeven blocked.
The force drove him back three steps.
His arms went numb for a heartbeat.
Elvira's eyes flashed.
She lifted her hand and sent thin threads of mana into the air.
They formed a small circle that spun beside Draeven's shoulder.
"Don't waste time," she said.
Roland lunged again.
