The [Pantheon Art: Open the Sky] tore through the atmosphere, a vertical line of white devastation aimed directly at the Iron Emperor.
Upon sensing this, high in the chaotic sky, Thraka's eyes widened.
For the first time since this battle began, the 8th Order Warlord looked surprised.
However, he still didn't dodge. He simply stretched out his right arm, his Abyss Steel skin glowing with the heat of a forge, and caught the blade of energy with his bare hand.
*BOOM!*
The explosion was blinding. A sphere of white light and red aura detonated in the stratosphere, momentarily outshining the Sun of the Abyss.
When the light faded, Thraka was still standing in the air. But he wasn't unscathed.
A thin, smoking line ran across his palm.
A single drop of molten metal, his blood dripped from his hand, sizzling as it fell toward the earth miles below.
Thraka looked at the wound.
