There was no dodging this. No blocking it. The attack was designed to be an absolute, overwhelming force from every vector at the same time.
Jolthar's eyes closed for just a fraction of a second.
When they opened, something had changed. His aura shifted, deepened, and became less like a pressure and more like an absence—as if a hole had opened in reality where he stood.
"Blade of the Forgotten Void," he said quietly.
Knashii erupted with silver energy.
The void patterns along its length blazed with anti-light, and the sword itself seemed to grow, stretching beyond its physical dimensions into something that existed partially in normal space and partially in that empty place between existence.
Jolthar swung the blade in a single horizontal arc.
