The light in Spectre's eyes did not dim, no, it blazed even fiercer. His battle intent surged, unrelenting, as his grip tightened around the katana in his sole remaining hand.
With heavy exhale, he chose to pour everything, his strength, his will, his mana, his aura into a one final attack.
Lightning coiled around his body like a living beast, writing, snarling, screaming for release.
His aura thickened, condensing so violently it made the air around him distort and crack. Sparks crawled across his skin, racing down his arm and surging into the blade like a tidal wave crashing into steel.
Every muscle in his body tensed as he raised the katana overhead. Mana and aura fused within him, creating a volatile current that pulsed beneath his skin, threatening to tear him apart from the inside.
His lips parted. A slow breath escaped.
[Spectre Katana Technique: Pulse Obliteration]
Then he slammed the katana into the ground.
Then it came.
