The air between Luna and the King of the Black Mist did not just hum. It screamed.
For the past ten minutes, the Eastern Front had watched the terrifying stalemate. The King's massive, midnight black broadsword was pressed against Luna's invisible palm. The dark magic of the ancient commander clashed against the gravity of the Night Emperor. But a mortal body was never meant to hold the weight of the universe.
CRACK!
A loud, sickening sound suddenly echoed across the dead plains. It didn't come from the broadsword. It came from the empty air.
Luna gasped vehemently. The invisible dome of gravity above his hand visually shattered like a pane of glass. The moment the gravity shield broke, the tall warlord forced the massive broadsword downward.
