A ripping line of gold tore the world in two. It spiralled and rippled, almost like a smooth laminar flow with the speed of a mach 10 missile. Everything in its path was torn to pieces and shredded to ash.
There was a chilling grin on Grey's face.
It was true that when you synced the rhythms of Sacred Bulwark and Hallowed Endurance you could instantly heal back to full health and regain all your stamina at once.
All this time, Calixan thought that Grey was trying to time and sync everything up for that, but he was very wrong.
The valiance of the Last wasn't in their ability to claw and hope for another gasping breath to fight with. It was to give everything they had right at that given moment no matter what the cost might be.
The syncing of Sacred Bulwark and Hallowed Endurance was a chance to battle again at full strength.
The syncing of Last Bulwark and Last Endurance was a strike of finality that could seemingly never be stopped.
And all it cost Grey was everything he had.
