Determined not to back down, Kael tightened his grip on his sword. He took a deep breath, steadying his nerves, and whispered the name of his newly-learned technique:
"Astral Severance."
The moment the words left his lips, something changed.
A powerful surge of energy rushed through his body and into his blade. It wasn't just ordinary energy—it felt pure, radiant, and almost divine.
The sword began to glow with a soft, celestial light, as if it were forged from the stars themselves.
Kael moved fast.
With one fluid, sweeping motion, he raised the glowing sword and slashed down in an arc, aiming directly for the creature's head.
His target: the twisted, corrupted silver horn jutting from the beast's skull.
The blade whistled through the air, leaving behind a glowing trail that briefly lit up the dark
battlefield.
SZZZCHT!
Steel met flesh.
