The moment Belial's eyes landed on the pickaxe, his expression changed drastically from confidence to genuine shock.
Ben grinned fiercely, feeling a surge of satisfaction. "Not so confident now, are you? So what if I don't understand your authority, I'll just cut through it with brute force!"
Fueled by his mastery of dark aether, Ben channeled the immense power into the pickaxe's blade. Energy crackled violently around it, dark lightning arcing along the edge. The pickaxe itself seemed to tremble with excitement, resonating eagerly with Ben's raw power.
Belial quickly summoned another maze of illusions, duplicates exploding into existence around him. But Ben was unfazed. Swinging his pickaxe downward with a mighty roar, he unleashed a crescent-shaped wave of dark aether that tore through every illusion simultaneously.
BOOM!
Belial was forced backward, desperately blocking with crossed arms, grimacing as the force slammed him violently into the wall, shattering it into rubble.
