With both of his black wings spread wide behind his back, Agares hovered in the air, his body and blade wrapped in dark energy. He floated directly in front of the Church of Light in the city on the 91st floor.
A projection of the red moon and the god of darkness appeared behind him, right as he raised his sword to shoulder height, its tip pointing downward—aimed at the thousands of invading cavalry soldiers.
He began manipulating the dark energy. He compressed the energy of the god of darkness into thousands of swords, each with a shape and size identical to his own, the Shadepiercer.
The invading soldiers could do nothing but stare, mouths open in disbelief at the terrifying power before them.
"Die," Agares said firmly.
He fired the thousands of condensed dark-energy swords downward, raining them upon the enemy troops. Their bodies were pierced all over by the falling blades.
