The moment the two attacks collided, a violent shockwave rolled outward from the center of the impact like an invisible tide sweeping across the battlefield, flattening patches of grass, snapping slender shrubs near their roots, and sending loose leaves spiraling wildly through the air as dust and fragments scattered in every direction beneath the pale moonlight.
Callista's attack vanished completely within the collision.
Not even a trace remained.
Yet the sea of flames launched by Juren did not disappear alongside it.
The burning torrent continued forward, its crimson glow painting streaks of orange across Callista's face as the heat rushed toward her.
Her eyes narrowed.
The instant danger entered her awareness, her body shifted sideways with practiced precision, her robes fluttering sharply as she slipped away from the incoming path.
A heartbeat later, the torrent of fire tore through the exact space she had occupied moments before, leaving behind distorted air.
