Every shadow transformed into sharp thorns, their edges keen.
Loren's expression subtly changed as he gathered air currents to block the attack.
Countless streams of air swirled around him, forming a layer of flowing armor that shaved off most of the thorns, but still, a few slipped through to pierce his body.
Loren grunted, feeling an inexplicable force rapidly draining away.
After Gaiat's weapon morphed into a staff, the damage had decreased, but the control became even more frequent and troublesome.
The fierce confrontation between Loren and Gaiat in Valhalla Canyon continued, with gusts of wind slashing through solid rock to smithereens, while Gaiat cast deceptive Illusion Techniques, enshrouding the land in a purple haze, making it nearly impossible to discern the real from the fantastical.