The swarm of Shard Walkers pressed relentlessly against Zephyr's Radiant Flow ward, their grating screeches a constant assault on their senses.
The crimson energy burning within them left scorch marks on the glowing orange barrier, causing it to flicker precariously.
"It's too many!" Zephyr projected, sweat-like energy beading on his light form. "My ward won't hold much longer!"
Lyra, her movements a blur of white light, continued to strike with precision, shattering Shard Walkers with each focused blow, but for every one she dispelled, two more seemed to emerge from the fissure.
Einar, feeling the desperation of the situation, focused his Void sense with an intensity he hadn't reached before.
He was disrupting their movements, but it wasn't enough. He needed a way to deal with multiple creatures at once, to create a more substantial defense than just momentary disorientation.
Instinctively, he reached deeper into the Void, focusing on the feeling of absence, of nullification.
But instead of just pushing outwards, he tried to shape it, to give it form. He pictured a wave of pure nothingness, expanding outwards, not just to disrupt, but to erase.
With a surge of focused will, he unleashed this newly formed Void energy. It wasn't a sharp pulse, but a rippling wave of absolute absence that spread outwards from him.
The Shard Walkers caught in the wave didn't just stumble; their crimson energy flickered and died, and their obsidian forms crumbled into dust that dissolved into the crimson-tinged air.
A gasp of surprise escaped Lyra, her light faltering momentarily as she witnessed the effect. Zephyr's jaw – or the spiritual equivalent – dropped.
The Obsidian Weaver, their masked gaze fixed on Einar, inclined their head slightly.
"The Void… takes many forms. Its potential… is vast."
The wave of Void energy had cleared a significant area around them, giving Zephyr's ward a brief respite. But the swarm was still vast, and more Shard Walkers continued to emerge.
"That… was something," Zephyr projected, his orange light regaining some of its intensity.
"Do that again, Einar!"
Einar, feeling the immense drain on his reserves but also the raw power of what he had just unleashed, focused again. He needed more control, more precision, but the potential was there.
The edges of his understanding of the Void were being pushed, revealing new possibilities in the face of overwhelming danger.
The battle in the Obsidian Scar was far from over, but the tide had just begun to shift.