The Warmaster swung from fifty feet away.
He didn't need to close the distance. At Rank 3, 9-Star, his energy output was so dense that he could project his power through the air itself. The black greatsword carved a crescent of dark energy that tore through the space between them like an invisible bulldozer.
The energy blade tore through the mud, splitting the ground open in a trench two feet deep and ten feet wide. The air screamed as it was displaced.
Holden stepped forward and planted himself between the incoming attack and the fortress wall behind him. His team was up there. Emric. Renna. Lyra. Two hundred fortress soldiers.
He raised his sword.
The Solar-Forged blade met the dark energy crescent head-on. Golden fire collided with black energy, and the two powers ground against each other like tectonic plates, each trying to force the other back.
SCREEEECH!
