The Gravestone Ruler came down like a falling mountain.
Typhon shifted aside at the last instant, one scaled arm rising to intercept the massive weapon. The ruler crashed against his forearm with a deafening boom, sending a shockwave rippling across the training ground. The hybrid was forced back half a step, his feet carving shallow trenches through the stone.
It wasn't the weapon's edge that surprised him.
It was the weight.
Every swing carried a crushing force that seemed capable of flattening mountains. Even a glancing blow threatened to shatter bones through sheer momentum alone.
Emery gave him no time to recover.
