CHAPTER 448: THUNDER ON THE SLATE
The collision of pure void energy and compressed lightning tore through the canyon with the deafening report of a collapsing mountain.
The forty-foot wall of pitch-black void energy erupted directly from Kyle's gauntlet, locking against the lead gargoyle's pressurized lightning beam in mid-air. Where dark spatial mana met turquoise electricity, the air literally disintegrated, producing a flat, white disk of dead space that swallowed every sound within a hundred yards.
The lead gargoyle—a massive beast of jagged, dark slate with a wingspan twenty feet across— let out a grating screech as its beam failed to push through. The void wall didn't just absorb the lightning; it ate through the construct's projection, crawling up the beam of energy like black mold on dry parchment.
"Back!" the lead gargoyle ground out, its stone jaw unhinging as it beat its heavy wings to arrest its dive. "The dark one holds an anti-elemental core!"
