Ren and the Goddess of Light exchanged sword strikes at a speed that went beyond just being fast. Each strike was made with not just speed, but power and precision. Each strike was made to take the other person's life in a single hit. The once prosperous-looking Divine City had become nothing more than a huge crater with almost nothing left of its former glory but some few wrecked airships here and there.
Ren was having a blast as he swung his sword thinking that he should go faster, making each strike with sharper movements in each swing. He continued watching the Goddess of Light's every movement and trying to take advantage of any mistakes she made. This was the kind of battle he loved the most. On the flip side, he was sure that the Goddess was doing the same thing and one mistake would lead to the other losing miserably.
'This is it, this is the only place were I can feel that I am truly alive.'