Soul Devourer re-knitted his vaporous form, a midnight silhouette floating over the shattered earth.
His gaze settled on Jared, who was still struggling in the distance, and his voice coiled out like a razor. "That was your ultimate strike? Pathetic. It did not even tickle me!"
Jared dropped to one knee. The sword in his fist became a crutch, its tip gouging a trembling groove while he hauled air into bruised lungs. Sweat and blood blurred together on his face, disbelief widening his eyes.
How can this be?
I have thrown every hidden card, even tapped the very cadence of ultimate energy, and still cannot touch his core...
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