The eighth formation was unlike any of Raze’s other techniques. It wasn’t designed as an attack, it was a foundation, a power source meant to amplify every other formation he possessed. But such strength came at a heavy cost. To unleash it required a staggering amount of energy, and if he used it recklessly, there was a very real chance his Qi and mana would be pletely drained. If that happened, he would be left standing in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by enemies, utterly defenseless.
Normally, it would be suicide.
But this time was different.
This time, he wasn’t alone. He was surrounded by people he could trust, people strong enough to pull him out alive if he collapsed. That knowledge let him push forward without hesitation.
Darkness surged from his sword, spilling across the arena like ink. It crept through every crack in the stone floor, swallowing the light as it spread, and within moments it had covered the ground and then climbed into the air, blotting out the shattered sky. The sun’s glow dimmed, the air chilled, and a collective shiver rippled through the stands.
"What is this...?" Ibarin thought, his eyes narrowing as the darkness coiled around him. "He’s never used anything like this before. Could it be... with that new body... did he create a new magic core? A core not of wind... but of Dark Magic?" His eyes hardened as the swirling shadows thickened. "But to cover an entire battlefield like this... just how many lives did he take to gain this much power!?"
The Grand Magus’s voice roared through the howling air, carried by the winds as his colossal form stirred. "I see now! You are living true to your name, Dark Magus! You’ve slaughtered countless people to obtain this power! And now I, Grand Magus Ibarin, will eliminate you. I will acplish the greatest deed this world has seen... and I will have done it alone!"
The colossus raised its massive hand. Wind screamed, the air tearing itself apart as it swung down, vortexes swirling around its titanic fingers as they crashed toward Raze. Yet Raze didn’t move. Instead, he swung his sword several times, each strike releasing dark tendrils that whipped through the blackened air. They shot forward like living chains, coiling around the giant’s fingers and locking them mid-swing.
"Shadow Bind Formation."
The colossal hand froze in place.
Raze was already moving, sprinting up the massive arm with his boots crackling in arcs of lightning. His Dusk Wings flared wide, black feathers cutting through the air behind him. As he ran, dark runes began to glow along his sword, and with every slash he carved them into the spinning winds of the arm, embedding them like brands. More and more appeared, spreading across the colossal limb like glowing scars.
The other arm swept in from the side, aiming to crush him. Raze’s sword hissed, exuding black mist that dissolved into the darkness all around them. Because of the Eternal Night Formation, the battlefield was drowning in dark magic, and that darkness obeyed him. He swung, and beast-like shapes burst from his blade, massive creatures forged of pure shadow. They twisted and howled as they launched themselves at the ining currents, biting and clawing to slow the attack.
This was the true advantage of Eternal Night. Dark magic and Qi filled the entire area, saturating it like a storm. It allowed Raze to draw on the surrounding energy, weaving it into his Dark Edge Sword Arts without pause. He could chain his techniques endlessly, attack after attack, without delay, as long as Eternal Night remained.
And there was one more effect.
His Demonic Qi.
It seeped through the darkness, invisible and relentless, draining energy from everything within it. Mana, Qi, even life force, nothing was spared. Right now, Raze wasn’t just draining power from Ibarin... he was siphoning energy from every mage in the stands as well. Their limbs were growing heavy, their spells faltering, and none of them even realized why.
"Let’s finish this," Raze said, his voice low and cold. He raised his sword, dark energy spiraling around him like the rings of a dying star.
He used several of the Descending Steps in rapid succession, pressing his strength into the blade. The Shadow Bind chains shattered as the colossal arm began to move again, but by then Raze had already leapt free. He blurred across the sky, his sword cutting down in a streak of black light straight toward Ibarin’s glowing core.
The colossal being did exactly what he expected. Its massive arms crossed in front of its chest to shield it like before.
And that was the moment.
The nightmare beasts Raze had conjured detonated across the left arm, their dark bodies bursting in waves of destructive energy. At the same time, the runes he had carved into the right arm all ignited at once, exploding in a chain of black flares. The blasts tore through the spinning wind, shredding the colossal arms apart as the currents unraveled.
Then Raze’s Eclipse Strike cleaved down the center.
The black crescent speared through the opening, slamming into the glowing chest, a sphere of pressed mana, almost like an exposed core. A thunderous boom cracked the air as the swirling winds around Ibarin shattered.
The colossal form unraveled like smoke in a storm.
The howling air fell to silence.
Ibarin stood exposed, floating in the fading remnants of his storm, his defenses gone.
And Raze was already there.
Lightning danced down his legs, the Dusk Wings flaring behind him as his body blurred forward faster than sight.
"You had this ing for a long time," Raze said coldly, his sword thrusting straight for Ibarin’s chest. "This position... was never yours."
His blade struck.
"Void Pulse Strike!"
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