Apollo didn't just attack; he detonated.
He abandoned the balanced, measured grace of his canyon training and tapped into something far more primal. He unleashed the Apostle of Life's designation not as a healer but as a force of pure, unadulterated kinetic devastation.
He moved in a terrifying, overlapping pattern of boundary conditions, a rapid-fire sequence of spatial compressions designed to overwhelm any defense.
WHUMP WHUMP WHUMP!
The air itself seemed to scream as the overlapping fields collided. Zane's eyes were frantic, his mind a blur of high-speed calculus.
One... two...
He managed to catch the first two overlapping conditions by using a desperate, wide-spectrum void absorption technique. The dark energy he was manipulating flared, swallowing the first two kinetic waves with a sickening intensity.
VWOOM! SHHH!
But the third one... the third one was the killer.
