Golden spiritual energy condensed in Thastrum's hand, forming a massive fist that came crashing down with world-shaking force. Even before it landed, the overwhelming pressure made it hard for Melvin to breathe.
His face twisted in alarm as he hurriedly gathered all his soul mist into a giant Soul Shield.
Boom!
The fist slammed into the shield with a deafening crash.
Cracks spread across it Instantly, and Melvin was shaken back step after step, black soul mist spilling from the corner of his mouth.
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