The second volley of obsidian spikes ripped from the parent worm's armored spine with the shrieking roar of an artillery battery.
The massive black projectiles arched high into the bruised purple sky before hurtling downward toward the crowded hollow like falling pillars.
Each obsidian spike was five feet long, forged from hardened volcanic glass infused with corrosive Underworld mana that hummed with sickening resonance.
The atmosphere inside the canyon grew unbearably dense as the supersonic projectiles compressed the dry desert air into visible shockwave ripples.
Hajin reacted before the massive spikes reached the peak of their descent, extending his right arm toward the disordered royal formation.
Chains of pure divine authority erupted from his palm, whistling through the sulfur haze in blazing arcs of radiant celestial light.
