The massive lance reached toward the Abyss, but then it froze. It was almost as if the magic particles that made up the very world were terrified of what was about to come.
Aetherus felt his hands tremble, but even so, he pushed the lance down toward himself. His muscles strained beneath the pressure, and the veins across his enormous body bulged as he forced the weapon closer to the Abyss.
His roar shook the world.
Damon and everyone else grabbed onto whatever part of Aetherus' body they could reach, desperately trying to stop him. Their combined strength was barely enough to slow the movement of the massive lance, but Aetherus' body suddenly rolled violently, sending everyone clinging to him flying through the air. Only those who had managed to hold onto the enormous limbs that represented what were supposed to be his arms remained attached to him.
Damon gritted his teeth.
But it was too late.
The lance touched the Abyss.
