「Flame of Equinox: Twin Cinders」
The estoc ignited—not in flame, but in opposing currents. One edge shimmered with frigid darkness, the other with heatless white. The blade balanced between burn and freeze, entropy and stillness.
He didn't try to deflect Reynald's mana arc.
He cut through it.
—SKRRRSH!
The dual flame edge met the compressed wave—
And devoured it.
Not with power. With equilibrium.
The arc unraveled in midair, dispersing in a hiss of golden motes that never reached Lucavion's coat.
Reynald's eyes widened, just a fraction.
Lucavion stepped forward.
"Mm. That one had a name," he mused, voice low, appreciative. "You're opening up."
He dashed forward, a glimmer of mirth on his tongue.
—FWOOOSH!
The estoc snapped toward Reynald's thigh—one of the few unarmored spots.
—CLANG!
Reynald's longsword intercepted it, redirecting upward, and followed with a quick slash toward Lucavion's collar.
—SWOOSH!
Lucavion weaved aside.
But this time—Reynald didn't retreat.
