KRAAAAAAAABOOOOOOM!!!
The claw that formed above the arena was not something anyone could mistake for a normal technique.
It stretched from one end of the battlefield to the other, covering the entire engagement zone in a vast structure of layered lightning that seemed to press down on the air itself.
Nine separate layers stacked over one another in wide, overlapping arcs, each one carrying a slightly different color at its core, faint shifts in tone that hinted at different frequencies woven together into a single attack.
The light from it was overwhelming.
It caught the glow of the arena and threw it back in sharp flashes, turning the entire space into a storm of flickering brilliance while the weight of the technique built slowly above them, like a massive hand lowering itself with quiet certainty.
There was no rush in it.
It was simply coming down.
