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A twin pair of wings that looked like cracked space and severed reality appeared on Shan'Rae's back. At the same time, her scythe shrank but became more deadly all at once. Her attacks became swifter, space began to suppress and form a Domain around Leonel, all while the scent of death lingered more and more fiercely.

Leonel indifferently countered everything, his spear moving with the fluidity of a swordfish in the sea. Every strike was firm and precise, and while the air seemed to implode where their blades collided, Leonel was never the reason. His blade was controlled too precisely, too perfectly.

"[Resonate Hum]." Shan'Rae's voice echoed as a pair of silvery-black spinning cyclones appeared behind her wings.

Large amounts of Force began to hammer toward her as though they couldn't rush forward fast enough, and Leonel was even beginning to sense the barrier the golden key had put up wavering as it was forced to allow this Force in.