As the never-ending fight continued, my brain started getting bored at the nonstop slaughter.
It was like playing Whack-a-Mole in an endless arcade, except the moles were armed and had a bone to pick with me.
In fact, it was so boring and bothersome that I started counting the number of Wraiths I killed to pass the time.
But even after counting over Twelve billion kills, the battle showed no signs of stopping.
'This ain't cutting it' I muttered to myself, the realization hitting me like a lightning bolt.'I gotta up my game.'
Feeling the urgency of the situation, I dug deep into my mind, searching for a way to stop this battle for good.
I tapped into the boundless energy around me, I started picturing the ultimate skill, one that could wipe out everything .
Something so mighty and impressive that even those ridiculously strong, plot-armored, cliche main characters in fictional novels would pale in comparison.
