Malakai's expression hardened. The survivors behind him gasped, some already falling to the ground, all hope lost from their expressions. Even Nyx and Rhett struggled to calm their trembling hearts.
However, a wave of blinding green light brought them out of their horror.
Malakai's grip tightened on his scythe, his entire body coursing with surging vita.
His power flared, pushing himself to the limits. He looked like a beacon of green brilliance.
With a roar, he streaked upward to meet the falling calamity. The clash detonated like two worlds colliding, darkness and green light erupting into a storm, shattering earth and ripping apart the skies.
Below, the risen dead surged forward in a tide, claws and teeth bared to rip and tear.
Nyx's eyes blazed crimson as she blurred around the group, her blade slicing arcs of red that severed the advancing horde.
