—WOOM!
A massive column of violet fire blasts into the sky from the peak of a towering mountain in Iceland's frozen heart, like a volcanic eruption.
The surrounding peaks are wiped away, an entire mountain range reduced to molten rubble.
In the middle of this burning wasteland, Akashi and Cassian stand a hundred meters apart, facing each other.
A shroud of pure black smoke coils around Cassian's body—so dark it reflects no light at all. True shadows.
«Blood Word lv.4: Deathorns!»
The ground beneath Cassian shatters for dozens of meters in every direction. Hundreds of razor-sharp spikes erupt from below, converging on him from all sides.
Not a single one pierces through.
The constant dark mist around him stops them cold, as if they've struck an indestructible black fabric—warping under the impact, but never breaking.
Cassian suddenly spreads his arms wide, and the shadows flood outward, coating the land as far as the eye can see.
