The battle raged on, growing fiercer with every clash. Fire and lightning danced violently against the night sky, painting the darkness with flashes of orange and blue. Each strike sent shockwaves rippling through the air, making windows tremble and distant streetlights flicker.
From afar, people gazed up at the sky, their expressions a mixture of awe and confusion. To those unaware of the deadly battle unfolding, it looked like a grand spectacle—a rare event of fireworks lighting up the city.
"Is there a festival tonight?" some murmured, watching the streaks of lightning carve through the air.
"Maybe it's some kind of new Gate phenomenon," others speculated, pulling out their phones to record the dazzling display.
Back at the battlefield, Ruby Anne pressed forward, her Lightning Espad
