The longsword swept sideways, its blade giving a brief hum as it cut through the air.
With a shrill screech of snapping metal, Renato cleaved a Bone Soldier's skull straight through the middle, along with its rusted helmet. Bone shards and iron fragments flew.
The headless skeleton collapsed into a heap of remains, and the Nittel citizen's soul returned to slumber.
Under Pure White's blessing, the Silent Lady's sharpness had risen to another level. Even armor reinforced by negative energy no longer took any effort to cut through.
And now that it could repair itself automatically every day, Renato no longer had to "pamper" the Black Sword in his hand, constantly worrying about chipping its edge. He could swing with all his might, freely unleashing the abundant strength in his muscles and putting his full power into every blow.
He looked up. White and black wove back and forth across the sky, at times bright as day, at times dark as endless night.
Amid the shifting light and shadows created by vast quantities of magic and divine power, he could not even see the towering White Tower, the Royal City's landmark. Illusions and mist filled his vision.
Only the enormous remains of a battered bone dragon dozens of meters long, which had fallen into the Dark Elves' lines in the distance and crushed dozens of Drow house warriors, served as a reminder to Renato.
A battle out of myth and legend was unfolding at this very moment, in the sky above.
Nearby, psionic light flickered. An Acid Sphere formed at Klauthsura's fingertips. Propelled by the caster's will, the emerald orb shot out and struck a squad of undead soldiers trying to close in on Renato from the flank.
Magical acid covered the skeletons' foot bones. Their hard bones rapidly softened