I swung my hand.
A gigantic void slash tore through the sky.
Unlike an ordinary blade, it didn't simply cut through the black substance. It severed the very space occupied by the hand, slicing through the manifestation.
The black palm split. A massive section of it began disintegrating into fragments of darkness.
For a moment, it seemed as though our combined defenses were working.
Then Viserys's voice echoed across the battlefield.
"Futile resistance."
She lowered her gaze.
The faint smile returned to her face.
"Soul Burial."
Every face embedded within the gigantic hand suddenly stopped screaming.
Their eyes widened and then they exploded.
One after another, millions of faces burst apart, releasing enormous quantities of Soul Force into the black hand. The entire manifestation began glowing from within, and the pressure surrounding it increased so violently that the air itself seemed to scream.
