Under the glow of amber light, Fitch launched the first strike against Leslie.
The spear in his hand shot forward, its tip surrounded by intricate, mystical runes forming a fiery vortex, as if merging the destructive force of a volcano with the spear's sharpness, capable of piercing through anything in existence.
The spear moved with astonishing speed, bypassing space and time, and reached Leslie in the blink of an eye. Wherever it passed, the void became a blazing inferno.
For mages below celestial god-tier, even a single spark of those flames would reduce them to ashes.
But as the spear reached Leslie, it suddenly halted, as if it had struck an invisible barrier.
Fitch hesitated for a moment, preparing to amplify his mana, but was interrupted when icy blue runes emerged from the void.
The frost crawled along the spear, encasing it entirely and severing Fitch's connection to his weapon.