Lines of indigo radiated from Theron's body like the solar flares of a pulsing sun. His hair danced, his weapons glowing in the depth of darkness as his Mana bloomed.
BOOM.
Macie ripped her way out, her scythe seething as though it was burning away the very essence of existence itself. She shot forward, and in the blink of an eye, she had closed the distance.
Theron's body sank down, space cracking beneath his feet as his weight was pushed beyond an extreme.
He blocked the swinging scythe as though he were a steel wall, the reverberating impact shaking the foundation of the world. The chaos of the collapsing Heaven's Gate seemed to fall on deaf ears in the midst of the battle, and the warriors who followed Macie seemed to quickly realize that even if they did want to help, there would be no chance to do so at all.
This was a battle on a completely different level.
