He poured everything he had: void, chaosaura into Vorthak. The sword blazed with energy that made the air scream.
Then he drew on a technique he had only recently mastered, one that his body could barely handle.
"Thousand Chaos Blades!"
He swung Vorthak in a rising arc, and from the blade erupted not one attack but a thousand individual strikes, each one a blade made of pure chaos energy. They filled the air like a swarm, each one seeking the falling divine execution.
The two attacks met in midair.
The explosion was catastrophic.
The shockwave flattened everything for a hundred yards. Light and darkness warred in a display that could be seen from Cahns'ar itself.
When the energy dissipated, both combatants were still standing, but barely.
Borehym was breathing hard, his divine form showing strain.
And Jolthar... Jolthar stood with Vorthak raised, and his blade was surrounded by the remnants of chaos energy that had survived the collision.
