Draxos shouted, "Let's end this cycle once and for all!"
He clapped his hands together. The sound didn't carry through the vacuum of space—it carried through his domain, reverberating through the flesh sea, the blood rain, the very fabric of the Reality Annex. The eight massive Asura arms in the sky froze, then moved in unison, their hands clasping together in mirror of Draxos's gesture.
Kael sensed danger. His Spirit Eyes caught the spatial distortion a fraction of a second before the attack materialized. He stepped back, but not fast enough. His right hand exploded.
Blood and bone fragments scattered. The gauntlet slipped from his severed wrist, falling toward the pulsing flesh sea below. Kael's eyes widened at the stump where his hand had been, dark blood spurting from the wound.
Draxos clicked his tongue. "Too slow."
