As Astrelya finished her sentence, a gale surged between them, scattering the tables and chairs into the air.
Motes of fragmented light began to fall done from above as the realm began to cry out in pain.
Alice's pupil constricted.
She knew that something felt off but now that Astrelya has decided to initiate combat, her senses were screaming at her to run away!
To get out of the location immediately.
Fractured Form!
Summoning her personal artifact, Alice wanted to dispel this realm so that Astrelya wouldn't get an advantage.
To even the playing field as much as she could.
But Astrelya only raised her hand and snapped her fingers. A single Sigil lit up on the back of her hand, pulsing with stellar radiance.
