Nine blinding solar wheels screamed through the air, each watermill-sized wheel scorching the sky above the Central Dragon-Vein Plaza.
Beside them, Lord Glacius’s thousand frost needles wove into a howling blizzard of pale blue death.
“Die with the sun!” Lord Ignis bellowed, his face blackened by soot as he drove the solar wheels forward.
From the ruined judging pavilion, Grandmaster Volkov scrambled back to his feet. Driven completely mad by terror and humiliation, the old monster bit both of his thumbs, smearing black heart-blood across his palms.
“Seven-Soul Blood Scythe!” Volkov shrieked in a voice like tearing iron.
A nine-foot curved blade of condensed necrotic blood materialized in Volkov’s grip. The scythe wept crimson tears that hissed against the stone, dripping with fifty years of concentrated Pill-Poison.
The three attacks merged into a single apocalyptic storm.
Crimson fire, freezing frost, and rotting blood formed a swirling five-kilometer domain vortex. The sky above the valley turned the sickly color of curdled milk and bruised plums. The sheer presence of two Spirit Domain Early overlords imposed an overwhelming tenfold Law Suppression on the arena.
