Two colossal fists erupted into the sky, swelling with mass and density with each passing second, transforming into twin weapons capable of annihilating entire cities.
The air shivered beneath their oppressive presence, heavy with the weight of impending devastation. Even the ground seemed to recoil under their looming threat.
Adyr held his pure black sword in his left hand, utterly focused yet impossibly calm, eyes locked on the shockwave expected to form. His heartbeat was steady, his posture fluid, as if the chaos about to unfold was unable to touch his mind.
His Gaze active, revealing 10 seconds into the future. Even motionless, his mind replayed visions of earth-shattering waves racing toward him, intent on obliteration. Every detail—the movement of debris, the angle of impact, the force of the wind—was etched into his awareness.
The Sonic Burst pulsed along his blade. He swung, releasing a crescent of energy toward the wave, aiming to slice it cleanly.
