Five Grand Magus stood beside him—Veyarel and Boyd's four remaining lieutenants—but Emery had no intention of underestimating the sixth bolt.
The moment the heavens stirred, he unleashed his half-primal transformation. Obsidian fur rippled across his body, muscles swelling beneath his darkened skin as his aura surged explosively. The massive Gravestone Ruler materialized in his grasp, its tremendous weight pressing cracks into the arena beneath his feet.
Then the lightning descended.
Emery roared and swung upward with everything he possessed.
[Star-Rending Cleave]
One strike.
A second.
Then a third, each slash carving brilliant arcs through the descending pillar.
At the same time, Veyarel and Boyd's four lieutenants unleashed their strongest techniques. Layers of translucent spatial barriers blossomed before the descending lightning, each one redirecting and dispersing a fraction of its overwhelming force before collapsing into fragments of distorted space.
