Leonidas didn't just swing a sword; he unleashed a catastrophe.
As the blade descended, the mana didn't just glow; it hemorrhaged. The Crimson Sovereign Edge manifested as a forty-meter pillar of concentrated, murderous hatred.
It was a bar of solid, crystallized rage with the crushing weight of a collapsing fortress.
SHHHHHHHH BOOOOOOM!
The strike tore through the garden with the inevitability of a meteor strike. The manicured grass didn't just flatten; it vanished, incinerated into carbon in a microsecond.
The ancient flagstones of the garden path peeled upward like burning paper before exploding outward in a spray of granite shrapnel. The attack didn't stop at the estate's boundary.
The rear wall of the mansion groaned as if struck by a titan's thumbnail, splitting open with a wet, grinding shriek. Beyond that, two neighboring houses, sturdy structures that had stood for decades, were bisected along a single, straight arrow.
