First Act End

"Tristan...?"

 Siena mumbled, her gaze fixed on the skies, where an imminent clash of powers loomed.

Just as she prepared to unleash her formidable attack, the skies underwent a sudden transformation, bathing everything in a radiant gold hue. 

A golden crescent slash sliced through the air, severing the wing of her old friend.

'No, this is someone different...'

Siena's thoughts hung in the air as she grappled with the unexpected interference. 

Though she knew the devastating power of Tristan's attacks, especially when infused with divine energy, what just occurred surpassed even his capabilities. 

The scale of power she witnessed could only be wielded by someone as formidable as herself.

She took a moment to gather her thoughts, reflecting on the dazzling display of strength. 

Even for someone who had mastered celestial swordsmanship, the swiftness and force of the attack were awe-inspiring.