Naacht Zontax floated high above the plains, his golden hair whipping violently in the storm he had summoned.
The storm clouds above condensed into a swirling vortex of pure divine energy.
From within the vortex, hundreds of glowing lightning spears materialized.
"Divine Judgment: Thousand Spears of Zontax!"
The spears rained down like a meteor shower of pure destruction.
Brandon's eyes narrowed, and he looked like a dot in the sky in front of the spears.
With a grin, he dashed upward to meet the barrage head-on.
The silver blade in his hand glowed with a soft white light as he moved like a phantom through the storm of spears.
SWOOSH-! SWOOSH-!
With precise slashes, he cut down dozens of the divine spears mid-flight.
Explosions of holy lightning erupted across the enemy ranks, incinerating their own soldiers by the hundreds.
