Crossed Blades III – Flowers Against Black Magic
The glow from the magical and swift movement, the sideways dash, hung in the air for a moment. And then it evaporated. The movement was lightning-fast. Like lightning. Fast. And like a spark in the eyes. Even the glow lingered. But it was gone. Everything was back to normal. Dry earth. A desert landscape. Black stones. And the sky. A hot day.