Liam drove his sword, Darktitan, into the concrete rooftop, the weapon's serrated edge carving through stone easily. He then interlocked his fingers and stretched his arms forward until his knuckles cracked. Rolling his neck from side to side, he worked out the tension with audible snaps
Helda watched from above the battlefield, her dragon and Balrog flanking her like twin harbingers of destruction. She scoffed at his theatrical display. "What do you think you're doing?" she called out, her voice filled with disdain. "You've used up your mana. Your summons are gone. This is over."
Liam's only response was to wrench the Darktitan free from the concrete, sending fragments of stone cascading around him. Then he began walking forward, each step measured; One step. Two steps. Three—
BOOM!
