Big fish, small pond

Silva decided that he would test the strength of this will first. He took out his sword and charged at the will.

The will felt the threat from Silva. It moved, but only a bit—a mighty black flame arc. The arc was several meters tall and massive.

It moved at a speed that Silva didn't expect. He managed to leap out of the way at the last moment, but felt the searing heat of the flames.

Silva landed on the ground and rolled for a bit before coming to a stop.

"If that attack had hit me, I'd be dead for sure." For the first time, Silva felt dread facing a being.

The will had yet to seriously attack him, yet he had almost gotten burned to ashes.

Silva got up again and faced the will, but the will didn't move. Instead, the surroundings started changing.

It transformed into a battlefield with only the two of them in it.