The moment the words left his lips, the very sky split open. The flaming crown overhead pulsed once—then erupted. From it, thousands of black flame weapons burst forth, filling the sky like an ocean of death.
Swords with glowing runes, spears forged from infernal light, curved scimitars that shimmered with edge-like intent, jagged axes, twin-bladed glaives, arrows aflame with ghostly trails—every weapon imaginable floated in the heavens, suspended in time for a breathless instant.
Then they fell.
Like divine punishment from above, the weapons rained down with terrifying precision.
A black sword pierced straight through a shadow warrior's skull, pinning him to the cracked stone.
A spear tore through two at once, nailing their twitching bodies into the arena floor.
A halberd cleaved a group in half, its flaming edge slicing through them like paper. Daggers spun midair and shredded limbs.
