Christian hadn't realized it at first, but the Abyss Heart was a skill far beyond what someone at his current realm should possess. Worse still, he carried multiple attributes in his body. Holding back the darkness from devouring and converting the rest of his essence was already consuming a significant portion of his control.
Taking a deep breath, Christian raised both hands.
Around him, countless weapons of condensed darkness materialized; blades, spears, and jagged shards of pure black. Raising both hands like a conductor leading an orchestra, Christian set them in motion.
The barrage shot forward. Some struck their mark. Most did not.
Shae calmly avoided or deflected every attack that came close, her expression remaining as indifferent as ever.
How was he supposed to solve this problem? Christian was thinking.
