Falmouth City's ground began crumbling under the weight of Hinata's and Tamara's mana. Purple mist and crimson smoke filling the street before the two even made a move.
The wind turned sharp, tearing through the foundations of buildings, snapping them out of place and sending them crashing to the ground.
Just like Hinata had thought, the people in the city didn't move even as the buildings came down on them. Even when he noticed that the people of the city had no blood in them, his expression didn't change.
Instead of wallowing in self-pity for the weak forced into such a cruel state, he hardened his resolve and faced Tamara with everything he had.
The sharp wind swept loose sand off the ground. The moment it did, Tamara sent several fists hurtling toward Hinata.
Hinata raised his blade, its sharp edge glinting under the snow-crimson glow of the smoke. He held it at his side, guiding it with his other hand so the edge scraped against the first incoming fist.
