The trident came crashing down toward Max like the judgment of an ancient god.
Even before it had fully descended, the plain was already collapsing under its pressure. The sky twisted as if it couldn't bear the weight of the power packed into that attack, and the ground below split open in every direction.
Massive trenches tore across the land while the air itself screamed as the terrifying force of the Tenth Shadow's pseudo cosmic path pressed forward with unstoppable momentum. It wasn't merely an attack of overwhelming strength, because it carried a suffocating authority that seemed to declare that everything standing in its way had to be pierced, destroyed, and erased.
Max was ready for it, though.
He drew a deep breath, and the panic such an attack might have stirred in anyone else never surfaced in him. His eyes stayed calm and sharp as he stood beneath the descending trident. Then, with a single thought, the power of his Voidwalker Bloodline surged.
