Seamus swung his sword. Tides of radiant light flooded the gate, crashing over pillars, tiles, and sky alike until the world itself seemed hammered from gold.
A scent like incense and thunder mingled in the air, promising to scour every shadow from flesh and soul. Jared lifted his Dragonslayer Sword. “Petty tricks…” muttered. A black-and-gold arc burst from the blade, meeting the oncoming brilliance head-on.
Boom! Light and darkness collided in a roar that rocked the mountainside. For an instant, the courtyard vanished behind a blinding sphere.
Then, to everyone’s astonishment, Jared’s sword glow tore through the gilded wave, shredding it into drifting sparks that rained like dying fireflies.
Seamus staggered three paces, eyes wide for the first time. “Your sword technique… How can it suppress my holy light?”
“Because your ‘holy’ light is a fake and lie…” Jared advanced, his Dragonslayer Sword pulsing with ever denser marked aura. “That so-called holy sword intent is forged from the resentment energy of souls you slaughtered. You dare call it sacred?”
Seamus’ face blanched. “Nonsense-preposterous!”
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