But Azrael wasn't done. He waved his hand, and the sky darkened. The sun seemed to dim as dark clouds gathered overhead, swirling ominously above them. Lightning crackled within the clouds, but this was no ordinary storm—it was infused with Azrael's malevolent power. As the dark lord raised his hand, bolts of black lightning crashed down toward Aragon.
Aragon didn't flinch. Instead, he took a deep breath and centered himself. His sword hummed in response, glowing brighter as he channeled his power into it.
The first form of the Slaughter Technique, Crimsonshade Crescent, was unleashed. He swung his sword upward, and a massive wave of red energy surged from the blade, meeting the black lightning in midair.
The collision was cataclysmic.
