The air shuddered as Arlon channeled his mana.
Dark energy swirled around Aetherion's Edge, twisting and raging like a storm barely contained.
Black tendrils of lightning crackled along the blade's length, and with each passing second, the spell grew more volatile.
June felt the pressure from where she stood. "What is that spell?"
This wasn't just magic.
This wasn't just a sword technique.
It was both.
An ability that did not exist before—a fusion of two entirely different disciplines.
A warrior ability and a dark attribute spell—combined into one.
Black Storm.
Aetherion's Edge grew larger, surrounded by a swirling black cyclone, absorbing the very light around it.
Then—
He swung.
The energy slash erupted forward, an arc of pure destruction, its edges howling like a storm as it tore through the air, heading straight for the fused twin.
The Demon barely had time to react.
Their eyes widened.
"Impossible—"
BOOOOOOM!
The entire cathedral shook as the attack collided.
