Racing [9]

The sky was filled in a black and gold hue that blotted out even the artificial sun that lit the Trial World. Underneath such a sky, a fierce battle was still raging.

Damien's fists were coated in a mixture of golden flames and black lightning, constantly barraging Polius, whose dark material was forming the shape of a plethora of weapons to counter.

A massive greatsword sprung forth from the earth, threatening to impale Damien, but it was a step too slow. He had already teleported a meter to the left and evaded it.

Damien's flame-lightning fists struck again, taking the moment between when the dark material could form a different weapon to collide with Polius's face with extreme power.

The ground below the two cracked into pieces as they shot into the distance. Polius had been thrown by the force of the punch, while Damien was chasing him like a homing missile.

Crackle!