VRRR-ZAP!
The Pantheon Sword screamed in Damien's hand. It wasn't a metallic ring; it was the shrieking of raw, uncontained energy tearing at the fabric of reality.
The blade, currently a jagged shard of shifting prismatic light, was drinking Damien's mana at a terrifying rate.
[Mana: 40%... 35%... 30%]
"I can't hold this for long!" Damien grit his teeth, veins bulging on his neck as the Golden Dragon Aura fought to keep his arm from shattering under the strain.
If something didn't happen soon, then both he and Hephaestus would loose their lives here today
Across the room, Warden Krog raised his massive arm cannon. The Void Core in his chest spun, gathering a ball of black antimatter.
"Then perish," Krog droned.
BOOM!
He fired. A sphere of Void energy the size of a carriage shot toward them.
"Shadow Step!"
Damien didn't try to block. He grabbed Hephaestus by the collar of his leather apron and teleported.
They reappeared in mid-air, five meters above Krog.
