Of Aether Deltarune | Rivals

Clairen was faster. Her blade hummed, deflecting the first wild swipe of the scythe in a shower of orange sparks. She counter-thrusted, forcing Jevil to twist his malleable body into a pretzel-shape, cackling all the while.

She felt, for the first time in centuries, like she had just lost to something far more dangerous than a rival. rivals of aether deltarune

Clairen roared, a sound of pure grief weaponized. She swung her blade in a wide arc, intending to bisect him. But Jevil didn't dodge. He caught the blade. Clairen was faster

He tossed the diamond at her feet. It landed not with a clink, but with the sound of a distant, mournful piano key. She felt, for the first time in centuries,

She didn’t feel chaos. She didn’t feel order.

Clairen, the last Warden of a dying star system, held her plasma blade low and steady. Her feline ears twitched beneath her battle helmet, tracking every sound: the drip of condensed magic from broken pipes, the distant chime of the Great Clock, and the ragged, rhythmic tapping of a cardboard tail.

He was gone. The only evidence of the fight was the cooling plasma blade in the drain, the dripping water, and Clairen, alone, kneeling to pick up the small, dark diamond.