Third Step: Rend the Sky.
A silver light fell with his blade, slicing through everything from the top of his vision down to the ground in an instant, so fast that the fabric of space remained whole, as if reality hadn't registered the cut.
To Altrishia, it was only a momentary flash, a glimpse of light before the primal fear of death gripped her.
As the slash descended, a deafening shockwave erupted outward, tearing the air apart as the land on both sides split open, everything around the strike's path obliterated by the sheer force of its passage.
A towering cloud of dust and smoke billowed into the sky from the shockwave, spreading outward in heavy waves that swallowed the landscape.
As the haze spread and the air began to clear, Altrishia's eyes finally registered the red-haired man standing before her, his left hand extended toward the descending silver line of cosmic energy.
