The strike connected. Rhys's blade tore across the figure's chest, leaving a long crack in the black armor. Purple light leaked out like fire through broken stone, and the massive warrior staggered a step back.
But it didn't fall.
The figure straightened, the glow in its eyes burning hotter. The giant Ruinous Darkness Blade lifted again, and with a single swing it unleashed a wave of shadow that ripped through the field.
Rhys braced himself, planting his sword into the ground. The shadow edge around his weapon expanded, splitting the wave as it crashed against him. The impact shook his arms to the bone, forcing him back across the cracked earth.
He spat dust from his mouth. If I block too many of those, I won't last long.
