'Ready?' Ozeroth's excited voice rang in his mind.
'Ready,' Atticus replied without hesitation.
His hand reached for the katana.
Slow. Measured.
The metal screeched as it slid from the scabbard, the sound echoing across the battlefield, all the way to the Aeonian domain.
It felt like the world itself was holding its breath.
But just as the blade was about to leave its scabbard,
Atticus moved.
The distance between them was erased, his movement so fast that not even a trail of light was left in his wake.
His katana came down, a violet arc screaming through the sky. Trails of purple light followed the blade's path, ripping the air apart with sheer force.
Elderish reacted instantly. His fist shot upward, wrapped in surging energy…
It met the blade.
Boom!
The impact birthed a shockwave of titanic proportions that exploded outward, tearing clouds apart and sending yet another tremor hurtling toward the Aeonian domain.
