Chapitre 312: Northern Vs Caladhel [Part 2]

Cal after gritting his teeth, swung to his feet and snarled:

"Velocity Dash!"

He disappeared, drawing a straight line of speed that caused even the snow to rise up in awe of it. Cal closed the distance in an instant. His sword arced through the air, with a trail of lightning.

Northern barely managed to bring the Mortal Blade up to parry. The clash sent shockwaves through his arms, nearly numbing them.

He was already very tired but was painfully managing to hold on and being careful enough not to extinguish his reserve of void essence, since he still had to deal with whatever Raven was dealing with in that mountain, or at the very least be of reasonable help to her.

Gritting his teeth, Northern pushed back, using the momentum to create space. He shifted his stance, embracing the irregularity of Chaos. And once again moving so erratically and formlessly that Cal's gaze went here and there, unsure what to predict or expect.