Fight Of The Divine Plane 9: Jack And Janice
As the frozen battlefield crackled beneath their feet, Jack and Janice stood side by side, their energies rippling through the air in contrasting waves—Jack's crackling with vibrant, electric intensity, while Janice's was calm, cold, and ominous like the heart of a glacier. The wave of grotesque, flying beasts barely paused from the initial assault, more pouring through the rift, their terrifying screeches shaking the sky.
"Now this is getting interesting," Jack muttered, his voice thick with adrenaline. He spun his staff with a flick of his wrist, the hum of metal slicing through the air as he loosened up. His movements were relaxed, but his golden eyes, flickering with both mischief and focus, told another story. He had the look of a predator savoring the hunt.