Aragon had launched his attack, which was sucking his mana from his body like a parasite. He was focused on the technique, which he perfectly executed.
The moment he unleashed it, energy in the form of an arc of red light shot out from his sword, but this time it was really long. It emerged from the sword of Aragon and moved in the direction of that man. As it was moving, the air in its path was being warped, and fissures formed in the empty air.
"The second strike of slaughter"
A deafening roar filled the air as the power within him surged outward through his sword, shaking the ground beneath his feet and rattling nearby objects with its sheer force. Cracks appeared around the ceiling of the cave as it trembled with tremors. The force of his strike was so immense that it seemed to tear through the fabric of reality itself. The air crackled with energy. The attack was made with energy derived from Aragon.
