The battlefield had become complete chaos. Above, a swirling storm darkened the void, black clouds twisting with arcs of lightning like serpents coiled in the sky.
At its origin, the monster rising the Void Orb, letting it float above his palm.
It shimmered, shifting shapes, first a spear, then a scythe, then a hammer, before snapping into a jagged blade.
Without hesitation, Bel hurled it skyward.
The orb split, dozens of shimmering fragments scattering like stars, burying themselves into the clouds.
Bel flew high into the air, arms spread wide, then slowly lowered them.
In that instant, the storm answered. From the dark clouds, lightning fell, each bolt wrapped around a shard of the Void Orb, crashing down like spears.
Each strike shattered the land, creating giant explosion.
The King moved fast, dodging between the falling blasts, his body weaving through the destruction.
