Battle Hungry Souls
"Fine then, I'll show you my strongest attack!"
Anos raised both hands toward the endless white sky of the soul realm.
The moment he did—
Mana erupted from his body like a volcanic catastrophe.
BOOOOOOM—
The empty world trembled violently.
Crimson-black mana surged upward in massive spirals, twisting through the sky like furious dragons. The pressure alone distorted the surrounding space as waves of destructive energy spread endlessly outward.
Far above Anos' head, a sphere of mana slowly formed.
At first, it was only the size of a house.
Then a mountain.
Then a city.
It kept growing.
Larger.
Denser.
More terrifying.
Azriel stood silently in the distance, watching with a grin on his face while his silver hair fluttered gently from the mana storms shaking the realm.
The sphere continued expanding until it became unimaginably enormous.
A gigantic black-red sun floating in the heavens.
