Chapter 89: Darkan vs Silver VII
The battlefield froze in a moment of unearthly dread, as if the world itself held its breath. The air crackled with an oppressive force, a presence so vast it crushed the spirits of all who stood beneath it.
The clash between the Darkan pillars and the Silver powerhouses, once a symphony of fire and wind, halted abruptly. Warriors on both sides staggered, their knees buckling under an invisible weight. Those closest to the epicenter, where the being emerged, clutched their chests, blood seeping from their sense organs as internal injuries ravaged their bodies.
Even the two adult dragons flanking the Darkan pillars, their scales gleaming like molten obsidian, faltered. Their massive forms swayed, wings trembling, as they collapsed under the pressure, their roars reduced to pained whimpers. The being’s voice, a cacophony of countless voices woven into one, tore through the air like a divine edict.
["Insolence."]
The word reverberated, shattering eardrums and splintering resolve. The world seemed to empty, stripped of sound, light, and hope. Allies and enemies alike crumpled, some crushed to death by the sheer force of the being’s presence.
In a single moment, it had wrought more destruction than the entire battle combined.
In the corner of the battlefield, Baines felt his knees crack under the weight. His body trembled as the ground caved beneath him.
"Master!" Wick materialized beside him, his form radiating power. With a defiant roar, Wick unleashed his full strength.
Domain: Ashentel.
The air shimmered, tinged violet as Wick’s domain expanded, a desperate bulwark against the crushing pressure. The world seemed to shift, the violet energy pushing back against the void, but it was like a candle flickering against a storm. It wasn’t enough.
["Hmm?"]