His aura condensed on the sword, making radiant heat and light particles converge and weave together into a searing, vibrant plasma sword.
With an arcing swing, the sword slashed through the colossal five-pronged lightning magic that the King unleashed, unravelling its electrifying constructs into dissipating sparks and rendering the once-menacing magic into mere traces of dissipating energy.
"Damn…that skill's cool."
Evan spoke as he dipped his hands into his inventory and pulled out a large obsidian orb whose surface shimmered as it reflected the light from the clash between Luke and the King.
Twelve perfectly symmetrical holes adorned its circumference, each meticulously carved with intricate runic symbols that seemed to pulsate with magic energy.
From the bottom and top sections, three short pipe extensions emerged, adorned with smaller, yet equally elaborate carvings that hinted at the orb's role as a conduit for potent energies.
[The heck is that?]
