Salonos's eyes, burning with dark purple flames, suddenly burst with light as his words fell. The obsidian floor beneath his feet exploded outward as cracks spread like living creatures up the rock wall, causing the entire cavern to violently shake.
The shadow energy permeating the air was instantly drained, condensing into thousands of pitch-black spears as thick as arms, all pointing at Duke.
This was not the kind of tentacle attack Dominic would shoot from his sleeves, but rather an attack composed directly by Salonos's core will commanding the surrounding shadow rules.
No spells or hand gestures were needed, no casting medium required, purely driving the rules by will.
Duke did not retreat. He stepped forward with his right foot, and the metallic yellow sand swirling around him formed a silent command, erecting an arched sand wall several meters high in front of him.
