Lightning cracked overhead as the battle in the Skybound Spire roared into its second stage.
The ancient tower trembled with each thunderclap, its crystalline walls reflecting the chaotic energy that danced through the storm-darkened sky. Rain lashed against the transparent barriers that separated them from the howling winds outside, each droplet carrying traces of magical residue from the battles being fought across multiple dimensions simultaneously.
Valerian stood with blood trickling down his arm, the warm crimson a stark contrast against his pale skin. The shattered remains of a magical barrier dissolved from his shoulder like fragments of broken glass catching the lightning's glow. His breathing was labored, each breath sending sharp pains through his ribs where the last attack had connected. The taste of copper filled his mouth, and he could feel his system working overtime to keep him standing.
