The clearing erupted into violence as desperate courage met implacable power.
Morrison's sword sang through the air while Harris coordinated flanking manoeuvres with the remaining Peak-Silver soldiers. Their military training represented years of professional development—tactics that had served them well against equal opponents.
'Admirable coordination. Completely irrelevant.'
Ethan's response demonstrated the gulf between coordinated Mid-Gold capabilities and overwhelming High-Gold superiority. His Enhanced Speed made their attacks appear sluggish while his diverse talents created tactical options they couldn't counter.
Fire magic consumed Morrison's defensive stance, D-rank flames overwhelming her Mid-Gold protection through sheer thermal intensity. Her scream echoed through ancient trees as superheated energy cooked her inside her own armor, metal plates conducting heat directly into flesh.
'One down.'
