The Blood Reaver created a low howl as it cleaved the air, descending with explosive power. The ground buckled beneath the swing, arcs of molten stone and crackling aura shooting outward from the sheer force of his strike.
Yet the Arbiter remained still and watched even as the blade approached.
"DIE!" Asmodeus growled in anger, his face filled with swollen veins.
With one hand, the towering being caught the edge of the axe mid-swing. "Eh?" There was no strain, no sound of impact, only the howling wind that soon faded. Replaced by the demonic metal screaming in protest as if in pain.
Cracks spread across the blade as if it were cheap glass.
"What...?!" Asmodeus barely had the time to react before the creature's other hand slammed into his chest.
His world inverted.
