Khepri didn't even glance in Alex's direction.
The moment the thunder-charged slashes converged, three massive earth-forged swords rose like a divine wall around him, blocking the strikes with thunderous finality. The air split, shockwaves rippling in every direction, but the throne remained untouched.
Then, without warning, a titanic greatsword descended from above—silent, swift, and merciless.
Alex's eyes widened. He twisted midair, katana flashing upward to meet the blow, but the impact was brutal.
CRACK!
The sheer weight behind the attack overwhelmed his guard, and the force hurled him back like a comet. He crashed to the ground below, a thunderous impact shaking the battlefield. The crater that formed beneath him swallowed half a dozen stone warriors in its wake, pulverizing them into debris from the shock alone.
Dust surged outward like a stormfront.
For a second, all was silent—then movement.
Dozens of surviving stone warriors surged toward the crater, weapons raised.
