Its eyes burned emerald, but within them flickered Laxin's own cruel gaze. His voice thundered, layered with monstrous echoes.
"Now, prince… now, Soul Lord… let us see if your lives can withstand death made flesh!"
The Death Colossus moved. Each step shattered the earth like an earthquake. Its hand, formed of corpses fused into clawed fingers, came down with the weight of a mountain.
Fenric shouted an incantation, golden glyphs spiraling around him as he dragged power from the depths of his vast Mana Sea.
"Luxa Seln! Thar Seln!"
A double-layered shield of light and stone erupted above him, just in time to intercept the crushing blow. The ground cracked, the air screamed, and Fenric's knees buckled as the shield shattered like glass. He was hurled back, tumbling across the battlefield, blood spraying from his lips.
