Grey appeared high above Caldrin, his eyes blazing with lines of white gold. Thin threads wrapped around the rod, turning it into a spear with a blade head so large it almost dwarfed the rest of its length.
With a roar, he sliced down.
Chi.
The sphere of black ink was split in two, crashing down to the ground below.
Waves of current swallowed buildings and tumbled over earth. Streets were swallowed whole and the armies of Holy Knights did their best to try and control and contain them, but it was minimally effective.
Grey couldn't split his attention. His body was stretched thin, his mind feeling like it was fraying at the edges. Every one of his senses was pulled to an extreme, a roaring might pulsing endlessly within his body.
SKKKKREEEEEEEEEE.
A tentacle swung for Grey's head, whipping at the air with such speed it felt like space was warping around it. And maybe that was exactly what was happening.
