Before the weight of those words could settle, the world erupted as Amber moved. She did not step forward but surged as if space itself had given way beneath her feet. Her sword rose with her whole being behind it, and the silver light around her turned fierce and savage. It layered upon itself again and again until it looked like a crown of storms wrapped around a blade.
When she struck, it was not a clean or elegant motion but a wild and absolute release of will. Power screamed through the air and crushed everything in its path.
The forest that was already ruined was flattened even further as soil liquefied and stones were ground to dust. The shockwave rolled outward like a collapsing sky.
Damor barely managed to raise his sword in time as crimson flames flared in desperation. The two forces collided head on. The impact did not explode outward but instead pressed inward as if the world itself were being folded between them.
