บท 117: [117]...what is happening?[2]

*Clang!*Clang*

Two spearmen clashed their spears with one another in a dead land filled with nothing but corpses, and blood.

The sky had a red moon and purple clouds.

There were corpses of multiple species, Demons, Balrogs, ancient behemoths...and even a few dragons.

*Clang!*Clang!*

The clashes continued, A spearman clad in black demonic armor fought a spearman clad in a golden dragon's armor.

A demonic spear that exuded a blood-red aura clashed with a holy dragonic spear that exuded a golden aura.

Both weapons, at first glance, looked equal to each other, and their wielders did as well.

But that was a misconception, for the golden spear began to crack as it clashed with the demonic spear, the spearman of gold losing as the battle went on.

Their movements were blinding, followed by flashes of black and gold light.

The exchange of blows continued, and finally...the golden spear shattered.