Without waiting for a response, Valerian's movements blurred, the scythe spinning faster than eyes could track. It slashed in a massive, sweeping arc, one so vast and powerful that it seemed to momentarily cleave through reality itself.
Orion's eyes widened in horror as he realized Valerian's true intention. He moved too late.
The scythe's dark blade effortlessly carved through ranks of soldiers, utterly indifferent to friend or foe.
A sea of Lionkin and Tigerkin fell simultaneously, bodies crumpling lifelessly, thousands instantly silenced. The battlefield fell into stunned stillness, disbelief and fear gripping every surviving warrior's heart.
"Monster…" Arya whispered softly, her violet eyes wide with shock and grief.
Orion's expression darkened, fury blazing fiercely within his draconic eyes. His grip tightened furiously around his dual swords, the pulsing auras of fire and thunder intensifying sharply.
