The clouds above cracked like weak ice. Pale violet light spilled from the skies, spreading across the battlefield like cold fire. The Roc's body glowed with that same eerie shade, his arms raised, mouth murmuring a word soaked in power.
"[Heavens Blade.]"
From the splintered sky, a shape began to descend.
A blade.
It looked like it was formed by mixing several different laws together, each one woven tightly into the other.
I could sense sharp gusts of wind swirling around its edges, making the air hiss with pressure. Strong traces of dense earth and heavy metals gave it weight and form, like it could cut through mountains.
But there was more, thin lines of space itself wrapped around the blade, making it shimmer, flicker, almost disappear between heartbeats.
Edgar snarled. "Oh no, you don't."
He zipped across the sky, cold and black streaks coiling around his form as he sliced through a glowing sigil.
"[Shadow Reap]."
