Percival slammed into the center of the quarry.
The following impact was loud enough to wake a quarter of the village. A massive shockwave of white kinetic force and azure flames exploded outward.
It ripped the bedrock to shreds, sending a plume of dust and boulders high into the air. The ground shuddered violently, while Mercius and Willow stepped back, covering their faces.
When the dust finally cleared, Percival was kneeling in the center of a small crater, the Basilisk Blade flat by the side, fuming blue smoke.
He looked up at his Soul Summons, his dark hair falling behind him. "I think I mastered it. Do you?"
The Knights glanced at each other. "You certainly did, Master," Willow replied.
Percival let out a grunt and rose to his feet. "You were right, Mercius. The Area of Effect of this Skill is very vast, and with the shockwave it creates. You can completely scatter an army's formation with it."
"I'm honored to help, Master," the Brackenbutcher replied.
