Isaac watched as the dark beam that had coated the blade surged toward the sky with alarming speed, clearing the clouds apart.
He tried to maintain his composure, fighting the urge to panic and convincing himself that there was simply no way anyone could shatter a divine blessing.
Or so he hoped.
Ash brought the sword raining down.
The impact caused the entire area to explode, immediately shattering the divine shield and exposing Isaac to the sheer force of the damage.
Before Isaac could think of another way to protect himself, he was blown backward by the explosion, both his limbs instantly vaporized.
It took a couple of minutes for the debris and smoke to finally clear, only to reveal a land that had been completely destroyed.
The once-green terrain with trees and buildings had been reduced to nothing but a barren expanse of dark, burnt sand and a massive hole right in front of where Raphael was lying.
