Bang—!
Bang! Bang!
Ethan's greatsword cleaved through the air again, each swing cracking like the sky was splitting open.
Blades of energy rained down like falling stars, carving searing arcs through the sky. Light and shadow twisted into a storm, a cyclone of brilliance and darkness.
The Archdemon Wyrmgod reeled beneath the onslaught. Its massive body shuddered, scales torn open, black blood spraying like a thunderstorm.
It roared, thrashing wildly. Its wings beat the air in a frenzy, whipping up a hurricane of fury—
But its body was already coming apart.
Ethan could see it—see the desperation in the way it gathered itself, trying to summon one last surge of power.
A torrent of dark energy burst from its chest, warping the air, cracking the very fabric of space. Its roar was apocalyptic, a sound that could shake the bones of the world.
Then it spread its arms wide.
