[: 3rd POV :]
Without a moment's hesitation, King Thrain tightened his grip on the Spear of Zeus.
His body surged with divine lightning, the very air around him crackling and humming with raw energy.
The weapon thrummed as though it had a heartbeat of its own, resonating with the ancient power of its three legendary materials.
"By the forge of the ancients… let this be enough,"
Thrain muttered, his voice carrying over the howling wind.
His eyes glinted like molten metal as he hurled the spear forward with every ounce of strength and mana within him.
The Spear of Zeus streaked across the skies like a comet of blinding violet and golden light.
Clouds fractured and swirled around it, lightning following its path like tributaries drawn to a storm's pulse.
The very rift above the Forbidden Continent shuddered, the protective dimensional layer rippling violently as if anticipating the coming strike.
