End of Phases: Final Clashes III
Swoosh! The spectral swords of Hila's ancestors reappeared, their numbers doubled, their sizes even more imposing than before.
"Take this, the power of my ancestors!" Hila roared, his voice filled with a dark triumph.
"Black Hole!" Hila's voice boomed, echoing across the battlefield with such force that it could be heard even in the distant camps.
One of the spectral swords detached from the swirling vortex, its blade spinning rapidly as it warped the fabric of space around it. The air crackled with an ominous energy, and a miniature black hole began to form, its gravitational pull drawing in everything in its vicinity.
The black hole's gravitational pull intensified, causing not just the titan knight to struggle against its force, but also the clouds in the sky, the birds in flight, and even the very ground beneath their feet. It was a terrifying display of power, one that threatened to consume everything in its path.