CLANG!
The sound was not like two swords hitting each other. It sounded like a massive mountain cracking in half. Kairos met Dyrroth in the center of the valley. The dull silver blade, Asteria, clashed against the massive black edge of Darkikor.
The impact shockwave was devastating, blowing away the falling gray ash and cleared a fifty yard circle of dirt. The solid rock beneath their boots spider-webbed, shattering into hundreds of jagged cracks. Kairos gritted his teeth. His arms shook vehemently.
He had a base strength stat of 88. He had swung a sword in a dark basement until his hands bled to build his raw muscle. He had easily overpowered aberrations and crushed Black Mist Knights, but Dyrroth was not a normal monster. He was a General. He was the Rumbling Beast. The weight pressing down on Kairos' sword was monstrous. It felt like trying to hold up a falling castle.
