"All forces, hear the command! Kill!" The command to break the formation and slaughter rang across the whole reach of the Wastelands. It tore through the cold wind and shook the four directions."
Jared planted one foot down and shot forward first. His body became the violet streak, leading the charge himself as he drove straight toward the two foremost adepts. Not a trace of retreat showed in him.
He did not open with a probe. From the first move, he struck at Top Level and gave himself no room to hold back, rushing at full speed toward the Ancient Battlefield.
The void underfoot burst apart in an instant. Fine shards of space scattered in every direction as the air twisted into a savage current. Chaotic force wrapped around him in a vast, crushing surge. He condensed into the violet streak, ripped through the air, and charged in a straight line for Marshal Stone. He had locked onto a death fight, and he was not taking a detour.
The Dragonslayer Sword answered and left its sheath. A hard, ringing sword-cry exploded from the blade, deafening as it climbed straight into the clouds. Violet chaos-flame roared to life along the sword.
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