Seamus swung his sword. Tides of radiant light flooded the gate, crashing over pillars, tiles, and sky alike until the world itself seemed hammered from gold.
A scent like incense and thunder mingled in the air, promising to scour every shadow from flesh and soul.
Jared lifted his Dragonslayer Sword.
"Petty tricks..." he muttered. A black-and-gold arc burst from the blade, meeting the oncoming brilliance head-on.
Boom!
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