Plan II

To Elias’s right, lay a field of luscious green, hanging above which were floating islands like chandeliers in a great hall.

On the demon’s, was a raging sea of blood crackling with intense malice, shoring at the land of green as it tried to rot its ever regenerating vitality.

At the very center of these seemingly opposite worlds, were two monuments.

A beacon, brightly emanating a golden luminescence; and a willow tree, ebony chiseled bark and a widow’s dress of black hanging upon its branches.

However, none of that magical scenery could take away Elias’s attention from his foe.

“En Garde Julian!!” The demon cackled, shooting towards Elias.

Facing his demonic counterpart’s onslaught, Elias remained composed, launching himself with caution and quickly wrapping his earthen staff with the golden energy of the beacon.

Elias’s weapon and the demon clashed, ricocheting both fighters backwards as their battle intensified and they traded many more blows.