BOOM!
The gauntlet clashed with the blood blade, releasing a devouring bolt of lightning. The impact detonated in a violent explosion, blasting a wall of wind outward.
Red and blue energy tore through the air, spiraling wildly from the point of impact.
The ground shattered beneath them, collapsing meters deep as boulders were hurled aside like debris caught in a storm.
"Die, you brat!" Samxon roared, forcing more power into the gauntlet. Lightning surged harder, snapping and screaming through the air.
Akhil didn't say a word, but the blood array beneath his feet grew slightly larger.
Samxon felt it—a violent pull, as if an invisible hand had seized the battlefield.
The air reversed. Shards, dust, and broken earth slid backward toward the array like they were being reeled in.
The bolt of lightning twitched.
Then it curved.
Dragged downward.
The lightning snapped and warped violently, its shape collapsing as it spiraled into the glowing circle.
