A Clash with the Divine

She looked nothing like Aelith. Her dark brown hair, crimson scales on her skin and a pair of blood red leathery wings gave her a rather terrifying look.

She raised her hand and a scythe materialised – one that looked much more dangerous than mine. It was a two sided scythe, both ends of the shaft had blades, though one was a small blade while the other was much like the blade of my own scythe. 

I gritted my teeth as she effortlessly spun it around herself. How many years of experience did she have with it? Decades? Centuries? Millenia? 

As my already fragile plan shattered, I felt her magic spread around. A gold – vermillion shine surrounded us. I felt it pull and my clothes and hair.

"And here I was, thinking the Ereth were weakened outside the Divine Pillar's range." While I was speaking of this quite lightly, it took quite a bit of effort to keep my voice calm.