At his words, Eletantron's expression twisted violently. The tension, stretched thin like a thread on the verge of snapping, finally shattered.
His aura detonated like a nuclear blast, an explosion of black energy that surged across the battlefield, swallowing the land in oppressive pressure. The skies dimmed. The air groaned.
"You dare deceive the Alliance?" Eletantron's voice thundered. "I'll show you the consequences of your defiance!"
The air warped around him. Space trembled.
And then, millions of spatial blades tore into existence, black and jagged, each one humming with reality-severing intent.
They blotted out the sun, forming a dome of death above Atticus.
With a single gesture, Eletantron unleashed them.
Blades screamed through the air like razors carving the wind, velocity so sharp it tore through sound.
The paragons' eyes widened, expressions contorting in disbelief.
To think Eletantron would suddenly attack Atticus…
