William leapt onto the roof of a half-collapsed townhouse to survey the burning horizon. And I can't reach them through the static of ten thousand screams. I need to announce my presence in a way that can be seen from the walls to the palace. I need a signal they can't ignore.
He knew exactly what to do. His second major technique was as loud as it was lethal. It was a signature of his power—an expanding sphere of pure, compressed void that would act as a lighthouse for his allies and a death sentence for his foes.
Without another moment of hesitation, William plunged his sword deep into the stone of the rooftop.
He began the intricate steps of the technique, his voice chanting the ancient incantations that channelled the raw, chaotic energy of his spiritual sea. The air around him began to warp and ripple, darkening until the sunlight was swallowed whole.
Then, he released it.
