His soldiers, brave men and women who had been fighting a desperate holding action, did not hesitate. They disengaged instantly, retreating to the relative safety of the black walls. They knew what was coming. They had seen it before.
The gigantic monster charged, its steps shaking the very earth, a wave of pure malevolent force.
Azariah did not move. He simply raised Caladbolg.
The dark red lightning surrounding the blade erupted, engulfing his entire body. He became a nexus of destructive energy, his golden eyes glowing with an unholy light. The air itself screamed, torn between the natural cold and the artificial storm of power.
As the beast was mere feet from him, its maw open to devour him, Azariah finally moved.
It was not a step, but a disappearance. He vanished in a burst of crimson lightning and reappeared high in the air above the creature, hanging for a moment like an avenging god. He raised Caladbolg high.
"Heaven's Wrath: Caladbolg's Descent."
