Like wind-blown shadows, the Heralds surged forward with inhuman speed, limbs jerking and warping mid-stride. One launched toward Leon, its fingers elongating into jagged claws. Leon didn't flinch. With a single flash of movement, his sword was out—Voidbreaker steel, pulsing with ???-rank energy. He bisected the Herald with a clean cut, its body unraveling into threads of corrupted essence.
Behind him, Roselia spun into motion, her twin blades igniting with spectral fire. She danced between two Heralds, slicing one at the knee before finishing it with a reverse slash to the throat. The second swung at her with a blade dripping some black ichor—but she weaved beneath it and delivered a burst of fire point-blank into its chest, incinerating it with a blast of roaring violet flame.
