The hundred-foot blade of old family starlight crashed into Lin Tao.
CRASH!
The visual impact was world-ending. A blinding dome of pure white radiance swallowed the center of the ring, expanding outward until the entire dueling floor was wiped out beneath a sea of blazing bright glare. The light was so intense that the spectators in the highest tiers of the colosseum shielded their eyes with their sleeves. It screamed as their eyes were temporarily scorched white.
The diamond-faced granite floor beneath the sword blade split apart.
A terrifying fissure—four feet wide and forty paces long—ripped straight through the center of the arena. It tore through Precursor bedrock and star-iron channels alike. Dense clouds of white crushed quartz dust and blue sparks of cut spark ley lines billowed sixty feet into the alpine air.
The bone-shaking blast wave struck the sapphire holding dome with the force of an exploding mountain.
GROOOOOAN.
Four of the thirty-two boundary pylons cracked under the huge energetic back-EMF. Their blue soft glow flickered wildly before dying into dark stone. The seven huge star-iron mid-air chains holding the arena aloft swung wildly in the mountain gales, groaning under millions of tons of shifting earth-shaking load.
