It slams a claw into the ice and shatters part of it, surging forward with unnatural speed.
Then—a boom.
Asdri is there.
Lightning coils around his blade, his voice a thunderclap.
"[Tier 5 – Stormpiercer Descent]!"
He crashes down, blade first, lightning turning the monster's shriek into a crackling scream. It staggers back—
Only to take Pyke's axe to the side.
The monster retaliates.
A pulse—pure and devastating—gathers at its core. Black veins ripple across its skin, and its remaining wings snap open, crackling with void energy. The temperature drops. The air trembles.
Asdri's eyes widen. "Everyone—brace!"
"[Tier 5 – Oblivion Flare]!"
The world erupts.
A beam of compressed energy, wide as a street and dark as the abyss, tears through the city. Buildings disintegrate. The earth itself fractures. A section of the capital—homes, towers, streets—is gone in an instant, replaced by a glowing trench of ruin.
