I gripped the lightning in my palm and condensed it into a spear of blue-white fire so dense that it looked solid. The Death Stone drank the death around me, and the spear grew heavier, and then it began to burn red.
A dull thumping sound came out of it, as if I had shoved my head into a pool of water, and the spear flashed, and for a moment it was as if I was holding a spear made of a million shrieking skulls. It flashed again and vanished from my hand, crossing the mile between me and the nearest Titan in less than a heartbeat.
It struck the Titan in the centre of its chest, and the Abyssal shield that had shrugged off my Heaven's Verdict shattered like glass. The spear carried on through, punching through chitin and flesh and bone, and the Titan looked down at the hole in its chest with an expression of genuine surprise.
