Black lightning crackled along the copper chains as the colossal pillar hung suspended in the trembling air.
The hundred-foot column of black basalt hovered three hundred feet above the northern gate, dripping boiling crimson runes onto the cobblestones below. The air smelled of burnt sulfur and melting lead.
Warden Kui raised both bloodied arms, his shredded tongue hissing between broken teeth.
“Drop it,” Kui gurgled. “Crush them.”
The basalt mountain fell.
It did not drop like a tumbling boulder. The three wardens funneled their combined Nascent Soul Peak essence through the array, driving the column downward with ten times the force of gravity.
The compressed gravity beam struck the northern wall like a physical hammer.
Seven-Tower City’s outer defensive barrier groaned. The translucent blue ward shattered into millions of sparkling glass-like fragments in less than two breaths.
