Squelch!
Thud!
BOOOOMMMMMMM…
The massive scythe came down like a cursed blade from a blood-red moon—fast, brutal, and beyond comprehension. In a flash, it slammed into Auremax's body with devastating force. The impact sent him flying like a missile, his body exploding outward as if struck by a cannonball.
Blood sprayed in every direction, painting the sky crimson along his path.
He finally crashed into the earth with a thunderous impact, as if he'd just torn through an entire mountain range. Smoke and dust erupted into the air, shaking the ground for miles. The crater he left behind stretched hundreds of thousands of feet high.
"Damn shame," Ignarok sneered from above, grinning wide with a twisted, feral glee. "Still couldn't take one hit from me."
His voice dripped with chaos and madness, his presence in the sky like a storm of pure destruction.
