When the colossal hand collided with the massive spear, waves of energy radiation erupted outward in every direction.
An ear-splitting, screeching noise rang out from the point of collision. Before the worst could happen, Elyndra and Iskandor waved their hands, cancelling the attack.
Both the hand and spear dissipated into green and white vapour. Inside, the eight bleeding elders were revealed. Their scales had been shattered, and several of their bones crushed.
One had even lost half of his wings.
"That bastard can also manipulate space?" Iskandor exclaimed, shock palpable on his face.
"No wonder our children were killed at this monster's hands," Elyndra added, clenching her fists. "We must kill him now. Or he will become completely unstopp—"
"Do you have the ability to kill the Death?" A deep voice echoed from behind her, sending chills down the two leaders' spines.
When they turned, Maximilian had already swung his sword, which was coated in that strange celestial energy.
