The moment those words fell, the world seemed to narrow into a single, perfect line.
There was no dramatic explosion of light or a roaring shockwave that shook the entire island.
The technique was simply quieter than that.
A thin, almost invisible arc of pure Severing force left the tip of Gray's rapier and traveled forward in a straight line so precise it looked as if reality itself had been sliced with a razor.
The line passed through Vaelor first.
Vaelor's eyes widened.
He tried to raise his greatsword in time, crimson draconic energy flaring desperately along the blade.
The Severing force met the greatsword, met the dense aura around it, and continued forward without slowing.
The heavy blade was cleanly cut through the middle.
The crimson energy coating it was severed as well, dissipating into scattered red sparks.
