"FARGUUUUS!!!"
The Marshal of the Allied Army spun around and unleashed a thunderous roar that made the entire void tremble, "Do you truly believe you can stand against all of us alone? Against an army of this magnitude?!"
What answered him, however, was not words—but the sight of Fargus extending his hand outward, his expression cold and unreadable, before clapping his palms together with a deafening crack that echoed through the void.
"Shard Refinery."
Instantly, the space around Fargus fractured, as if reality itself had been struck by a hammer. It splintered into shimmering shards that reflected starlight like pieces of broken glass suspended in the cosmos. The very air seemed to ripple—then came the sharp sound: swooshswoosh!
