Arthur hovered in an outer dimension, the multicolored javelin trembling in his hand.
The four swords orbiting him cleaved arcs through the void like the rings of a fractured planet.
Stars trembled around him as though they could sense the magnitude of what was about to unfold.
Each pulse of his colour sent ripples through space, bending the starlight around him into colors unseen by mortal eyes.
Mi-kyong was bloodied, falling in slow motion, her shadowy sword extended, slicing through the void as if she could pierce the heavens themselves.
It had been barely five seconds since their fight started but she was already battered.
She gritted her teeth unwilling to yield yet.
Arthur's javelin hummed with light, streaks of every hue radiating off it. With a single thought, he hurled it at her.
The javelin cut through reality itself, a meteor of raw divine energy, aimed precisely at her form.
Mi-kyong twisted mid-fall, deflecting the blow with her own blade.
