"What are you planning? Another one of your reckless mana-draining attacks?"
"Something better."
The dark, smoky energy of his Corrupted Mana did not form spikes this time, it flowed from his hands like black liquid, pooling in the air in front of him. It swirled and condensed, the mass of it growing larger and larger until it was the size of a small car.
'Okay, a big ball of metal is a good start. Now for the fun part.'
He fed more mana into the mass, and a thick, heavy chain, each link as big as his head, snaked out from the ball and attached itself to a massive shackle that clamped around his gauntleted wrist. He grunted, the sheer weight of his new creation pulling him forward, his boots scraping on the gravel rooftop.
He had created a colossal flail, a meteor hammer forged from pure void.
"You have got to be kidding me."
"You are going to try and swing that thing? Nox, the weight alone will pull you off the roof!"
