CLANG!
They fought relentlessly until both of their swords shattered into pieces. The arena was covered in sword gashes.
If not for the protective barrier, only the heavens knew how many would have been injured.
"It's time to end this," Lila declared.
She stretched her hand forward, and all the Originat in the arena began to flow toward her.
A staff, as tall as the heavens, took shape—a weapon that dictated the punishment of sinners, the pillar that upheld the heavens themselves.
The multicolored staff's aura once again shocked the crowd. Even Draco raised an eyebrow, as he was the one facing its overwhelming presence the most.
The multicolored staff landed in Lila's hands, and her aura skyrocketed.
Draco smiled. "Yes, let's end this."
Draco stretched his hands forward. It felt as if something foreboding and powerful was appearing.
Lila frowned at this. She felt a deep loathing toward whatever was emerging.
