The void around him seemed to bend to his will, stars flickering uneasily in the distance as if sensing the impending doom.
With a mere thought, he extended his control over the shadows, shaping them like extensions of his own limbs.
Sharp spikes erupted from the darkness, jagged and merciless, impaling thousands of soldiers in a single, brutal wave.
Screams pierced the vacuum, high-pitched wails of agony that echoed silently through space, blood freezing into crimson crystals as it sprayed into the cold expanse.
Then, with fluid grace, Aaron conjured a patch of inky blackness beneath his feet, sinking into it effortlessly.
He retreated in an instant, vanishing like smoke on the wind, leaving only the echoes of carnage behind.
Flameborn took over seamlessly, his massive form looming like a harbinger of apocalypse.
He opened his maw wide, jaws unhinging with a resonant crack, and unleashed a scorching breath of dark flames.
