The shockwave from the collision tore through the Great Hall like an atmospheric detonation. Pitch-black demon fire and compressed, blood-red spatial energy violently canceled each other out, sending waves of raw kinetic force cascading across the floating marble fragments. The force was enough to obliterate three massive obsidian pillars, sending heavy stone debris tumbling into the swirling spatial abyss below.
Kyle felt the immense recoil shudder through the hilt of his dark shadow blade, vibrating up his forearm and rattling the bone joints in his shoulder. The pitch-black metal of his gauntlet hissed as it absorbed the localized spatial friction, sending a sharp, stinging heat straight into his palm. He didn't fight the backward momentum; instead, he used the explosive kinetic push to execute an acrobatic backflip, landing lightly on a five-foot chunk of hovering marble sixty feet away.
