The crimson sky of Number 4's realm churned with a chaotic energy, the suspended great swords shimmering as they began to shift. In an instant, the swords broke from their static positions and spun into formation, layering themselves into concentric circles.
They rotated with incredible speed, a fortress of razor-sharp steel forming a barrier between Number 4 and the descending shadow.
Above, David's colossal shadow drill plummeted from the heavens like divine judgment. It spun with an eerie whine, tearing through the realm's oppressive air, its dark energy radiating an overwhelming pressure. The first impact was thunderous, a collision of raw power that sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield.
