Zorath raised his arms, summoning dozens of spears made of pure corruption, each one pulsing with energy drawn from the [Black Sun] above.
The air around him trembled as the spears hovered, suspended in the sky like a storm of blades waiting to fall.
Then, with a burst of force, he lunged forward, grabbing four of the spears mid-dash, one in each hand.
The rest? They shot toward Sam like a rain of death.
Slash! Slash!
Sam deflected the first two spear strikes with sharp precision, his primordial sword clashing against the corrupted weapons.
But the sheer number of attacks coming at him was overwhelming. More spears came from every angle, far too many to block by hand.
And so, without hesitation, Sam activated a skill.
Void Rush.!
His body instantly dissolved into a shadowy mist and sank into the ground, vanishing from the spot just as the remaining spears tore through the air where he had been a heartbeat ago.
