Every edge of the floating tower of magic circuit abomination shed its skin as the rust and vapor morphed into a long set of chains. It twirled and swirled the radiating weapon as if it molded onto the wavelength of every substance within its vicinity in the shape of a globe, permeating to the ground.
Torrent raised her right hand to the side, a sharp hue of energy was formed in the visual of a giant needle that was fitting with the diameter of the sword's height.
Energy was pumped in all directions at a certain interval, along with the sound of a ticking that was followed with a sharp movement from the energy needle, advancing every second in a clockwise direction.
In the middle of the shockwave-inducing performance, Argelius stared at the time incarnation that was affecting the huge radius of the battlefield with a pulsating courage.
