The shockwave from Hiroshi's transformation didn't just push the air; it erased it.
The few knights who had managed to survive the initial onslaught were vaporized instantly. They didn't have time to scream or raise their shields. The black pulse from Hiroshi's new skeletal form hit them, and their physical bodies simply ceased to exist. Their armor clattered to the floor, empty and smoking, as their souls were sucked into the vertical slit on Hiroshi's mask.
The three Avatars were the only things left standing in the crater, and they were barely holding on.
Hiroshi moved. He didn't walk. The six insect-like legs on his back stabbed into the molten glass floor, pulling him forward in a series of jarring, high-speed twitches.
Kenji, driven by the frantic instincts of the Lord of War, swung his jagged blade in a desperate wide arc. "God-Slayer's Final Breath!"
