Rhys became a streak of radiance, his form devoured by the storm of light, water, and shadow that wrapped around him like a comet. The blade in his hands—no longer just steel, no longer just magic—sang with the resonance of two souls beating as one.
The plaza cracked open in his wake. Cobblestones shattered, molten rivers hissed into steam, and even the chains that bound the husks recoiled as if in fear.
The Commander's greatsword reached its apex—
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—and Rhys struck.
The Ruinous Darkness Blade met molten steel, not as weapon against weapon, but as worlds colliding. The impact split the air with a deafening boom, shockwaves tearing the plaza into jagged shards. The HUD of every player in range blared warnings—structural collapse imminent, overload detected—before shorting into static.
For a moment, there was no city, no Legion, no raid. Only light and dark and pressure beyond measure.
Then the resonance detonated.
