Before the Sinvaira projection could reply to Azaron, Azaron raised a hand with a lazy, almost indifferent demeanor. Astra energy flowed into his palm in slow, deliberate streams, gathering without urgency, as though the force he was amassing was insignificant. Then, with that same casual air, he waved his hand.
With that single, dismissive motion, an utterly destructive and cataclysmic eruption was produced, one far beyond anything that had been unleashed during his battle. It was a burst so titanic in scale that the force tore through layers of reality itself, ripping space apart and erasing everything hundreds of kilometers outward and beyond.
