Ragnar's weapon pulsed, doubling in weight, tripling, each heartbeat piling on another layer of crushing inevitability. The silver aura didn't just strike, it pressed, multiplied, compounded until it became a weapon of unstoppable mass.
Porus's arms buckled. His knees shook. Cracks spread through the radiant sword projection.
"No…!" Porus roared, channeling every ounce of his strength, Essence blazing.
It wasn't enough.
The crescent of light shattered into fragments, raining down like dying stars. The white glow around Porus shattered next, exploding outward in sparks as the circle lost one of its anchors.
The colossal club slammed into him with finality.
The ground erupted in a thunderous quake as Porus was smashed into the earth. Soil and stone blasted skyward.
His glowing sword scattered from his grasp, extinguishing as though it had never existed. His body lay broken, embedded in the crater, his breath a ragged wheeze.
