The boy had never fought in a real battle before, but in his mind, he had always imagined that it would be glorious, heart-wrenching, soul-stirring, and so many other beautiful words, but he was wrong, it was... chaotic.
Three billion ships opened fire at once, and reality standing in front of the bolts of power shivered and gave way. In front of the boy had once been a clear sky, but in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a seemingly unending field of power that rained down on him with the fury of a million exploding suns.
In the history of the entire conflict on Doom Star since the onset of the battle between Ascendancy and Calamity, the time when such massive amounts of ordinances were fired would not surpass a hundred, but the unexpected death of an Ascendant Sun had placed the entire world on edge, and the Ascendants were no longer pulling their punches, even if it meant devastating the entire world alongside it.
Lost screamed, "Brace yourself!" just as he covered them in a dome of white flame and activated his Convergence ability to the max.
The field of destruction traveled towards them at ridiculous speeds, as energy bolts of all shapes and colors comprised the majority of the ordinance, and scattered within them were various esoteric spells and strange energies that were nearly impossible to describe.
The spread of the field of fire covered a hundred miles and for the golden giant, the only thing he could see was destruction, and it slammed into them.
He expected a tremendous crash, but all he heard was silence. Everything that touched the flaming shield was absorbed except for the white flame growing increasingly brighter, so much so that the golden giant had to squint,
Lost spoke through gritted teeth, "There will be a gap between this volley and the next one, I will make a... oh,"
About to lay out a plan of attack, the Lost Flames looked down as he was speaking and noticed that the golden giant was already crouching, every line of muscle fibers popping out of his skin, nine blades limbs dug deep into the ground, and it seemed as if only a single spark was needed for him to go off.
In twelve seconds the bolts of destruction swept past them, and they kept traveling for another ten thousand miles before they began falling to the ground below, and although nearly ninety-five percent of the bolts dissipated before they reached the ground, the rest that remained turned hundreds of lower continents to ash. All of these occurred three minutes from now.
"Boom!"
Lost was nearly shaken from the air as the golden giant tore out of the flaming dome the instant the wave of destruction passed, and he cursed aloud and released divergence in the form of a flaming pillar of fire to pursue and overtake the golden giant.
The golden giant had crossed half the distance separating it from the ships when the pillar of fire swept past him and impacted against the next volley of fire from the ships, and since Lost was using Divergence, the clash between the two forces was calamitous.
A massive mushroom cloud was created that released several powerful shockwaves, and a wave of intense smoke and flames was pushed toward the ships, showing that it was the Lost Flames that won that clash.
For the first few seconds, he made no move except heading deeper into the heart of the formation, rapidly zooming past massive ships, the smallest being two thousand feet long, and the biggest reaching a mile long. freewēbnoveℓ.com
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