A literal tide of darkness, formed from countless abominations shapelessly coming together to pool their strengths, crashed down on Lex. Yet the light of his furious fires kept the darkness at bay.
It was an epic battle between light and darkness, a symphony of good and evil, a contest of power that transcended typical conventions, and in the middle of it all, a man working single-mindedly on his task.
The steady rhythm with which he was smashing down his hammer gave the impression that he was nothing more than a blacksmith, forging something of mythic power as he harnessed the abstract chaos around him.
