Chaos Prince slammed into the earth, unleashing an entire army of javelins that blotted out the sky.
The ground shattered like brittle glass beneath his impact, fissures racing outward in spider-web patterns that devoured the already fractured land whole.
Each javelin he hurled shrieked through the air with the fury of a dying star, their obsidian tips trailing ribbons of crackling void essence that poisoned the very atmosphere they passed through.
Kryos rose to meet them with a cold smile that froze the entire atmosphere around them. The winds howled colder and more violent.
With a gesture more casual than swatting flies, he caught the first wave of javelins in a grip that compressed them into singularities before hurling them back with interest.
