Gravos answered with rage. He lifted his spear high, both hands tightening. The runes along its length burned brighter, violet shifting toward white. Mana converged so thick it warped the battlefield. Thousands of Vestige mages shouted in unison, channeling into their commander, amplifying his strike.
The sky itself bent downward.
Ervin's face hardened. Lightning burst across his arms, wrapping him in jagged arcs. Wind gathered at his feet, propelling him upward against the pull of that crushing mana. He hurled flame into the air, twisted it with wind into a spiral inferno, then encased it in stone shards hurled upward like meteors.
The spear came down.
Ren raised his hand. Black-blue fog surged upward in a wave. The erasure wall met the inferno-stone storm, wrapped around it, and both collided against the Titan's weapon.
Impact.
The world split.
