From the broken edge of the ruined platform, Asqa watched the clash with eyes wide and sharp, her breath caught somewhere between awe and calculation.
The flashes of power before her were dazzling. Blades of light and darkness exploding in rhythm like an incredible storms of magic power condensed into sword strikes.
Each impact was a chaos. There were multiple events like crack of marble, the whine of twisted force of gravity, and the low boom of higher beings magic attack clashing .
She could feel it in her bones.
The raw magic, the pressure of a higher being figbting his equal, coursed through the air like a living thing.
It brushed her skin with invisible claws and rattled her bones like a drum. Every nerve screamed in response to the weight of power they exuded.
If she had still been a normal mortal she would have been shattered.
Her soul torn, her body obliterated, and her mind would broken under the sheer magical presence that spilled from Tsukuyomi and Clyde.
