[Demonic Warblade Art: First Fang Descent]
Moses brought the sword down.
The chamber did not hear a cut. It heard a judgment.
Demonic aura came down with the blade, raw pressure hammered into an edge, heavier than any flame or lightning. The smoke clinging to the floor flattened at once. Frost burst outward from Moses's boots. The cracked stone between him and Caelum sank beneath the force before the blade even reached it, and the mana crystals overhead trembled hard enough to shed pale dust from their sockets.
One of Caelum's half-formed clones broke where it stood.
Another tried to slip out from behind a pillar and failed. The purple pressure wrapped around its limbs and crushed the mana into a trembling outline before the strike ever passed through. It burst into black fragments, and the backlash drove through Caelum's connection like a thin blade slid beneath the ribs.
He did not move.
