For a heartbeat, there was a vacuum of absolute silence. Then, the "Element" infusion within my spear exploded.
BOOOOOM!
A pillar of obsidian lightning and pressurized mana tore through the center of the mass, turning miles of rock into a halo of molten glass that rained down over the ruins.
I didn't stop. I rode the momentum of the explosion, a streak of blackened gold scales, lunging through the smoke toward Hexor.
"DIE!" I screamed, my voice cracking from the strain.
The spear connected. The accumulated energy of my strike dumped entirely into the opponent's torso.
The resulting blast dwarfed everything that came before.
I tumbled back through the air, my scale shattered, my wings tattered like old lace. I hit the ground hard, carving a trench through the cracked asphalt, coughing up blood that hissed from the high temperature.
Squinting through the dust, my eyes searched the sky.
Hexor was still there, suspended in the air. But he wasn't the pristine "Messiah" anymore.
