The combined storm of azure sea water, crimson blood-mana, and roaring emerald poison fire slammed into the front rank of the Obsidian Phalanx like a falling star.
The thirty glass constructs had been engineered to withstand localized siege spells, their interlocking shields forged from dense volcanic glass and laced with kinetic dispersion runes. But they had never faced an assault that fused three distinct elemental domains into a single, cohesive spearhead anchored by the destructive weight of Kyle's dark element.
*KA-BOOOOOOM!*
The collision shattered the quiet twilight of the pass into a blinding, multi-colored explosion of kinetic force. The front four executioners were pulverized on contact—their obsidian armor cracking into thousands of razor-sharp shards that rained down across the mirror-like floor, their pale yellow visor lights flickering out before their severed limbs even hit the ground.
"Keep the pressure up!" Kyle's voice cut through the roaring shockwave.
