"Observe true power."
The commander raised one hand, summoning a colossal void blade forged from pure darkness. The weapon materialized from nothingness, its edges writhing with trapped souls that screamed soundlessly as they tried to escape.
The blade pulsed with ancient suffering as reality recoiled from its presence. Dimensional energy bled from its surface while space-time bent around metal that existed in negative space. This wasn't just a weapon - it was concentrated entropy given form.
Leon felt his system interface screaming warnings about power levels beyond classification. The void blade registered as threat that could unmake existence itself. Its presence made his undead servants flicker like dying flames.
"Impossible," Ethella breathed while storm magic recoiled from the weapon's aura. "That's not dimensional energy. That's something older."
