Aurora raised her hand slowly, and the lightning that had been flooding the battlefield began to change.
It no longer spread outward and started condensing.
The wild arcs tightened, pulling inward toward a single point in front of her. The energy compressed again and again until it formed a spear. The light it emitted was blinding, and the sound around it crackled like the sky itself was being torn apart.
At the same time, the miniature sphere hovering in front of Knight began to distort.
Its edges blurred.
Space around it bent inward as the rotation intensified, the small sphere collapsing into something far more dangerous. It deepened into a true void—a black hole, dense and absolute, devouring everything around it.
"Ash," Aurora said calmly.
Ash stepped forward without hesitation. He brought his palms together, then slowly pulled them apart. Between them, a black rune formed no larger than a hand.
Then it grew.
One meter.
Ten.
A hundred.
A thousand.
