The moment he issued the command, inky darkness unfurled from his body in massive torrents.
It stretched out for tens, then hundreds, before encapsulating thousands of meters. Soon it overshadowed the range of Thunderblade's storm clouds and continued to pour out freely, surpassing them greatly.
The sight drew gasps of awe and shock from both armies as they stared at the expanding darkness, feeling the overwhelming power it radiated.
But Thunderblade only grew more excited. He chuckled beneath his breath, until the smile vanished from his face as he watched the dark-robed youth flick his wrist.
In the next instant, the darkness stopped expanding and began to compress. The outline of a massive blade took shape.
As the potency of the aura grew stronger, the front rows of both armies could no longer hold their ground. They were pushed back hundreds of meters.
When the blade fully formed, a scowl stretched across Thunderblade's face.
