Betrayed at the hands of his trusted circle, He manipulated time seeking their downfall. Forced to start from the very beginning, he scours The Land Of Luna in search of his lost power. Fighting against waves of tribulation, persecution, and perversities he endures for a single purpose. To fulfill his vendetta by seeking and destroying The Three Kings
The flashing light that the swords were giving off had begun to evolved from a dazzling glow and into a concentrated point of flashing light.
This energy being released from them was concentrating into an ever growing ball of thunderous light right before the three remaining swords.
Sparks started coming off of the formed sphere.
A clear sign It was starting to become dense.
Anyone who knew anything regarding mana bombs would always tell you that once they get compacted, it uses its new found density to increased the magnitude of its explosive power exponentially.
As if to add further insult to injury the three remaining blades started pouring their essences into the now almost formed mana bomb.
Scolding Ice, purified Shadow, and tempestuous thunder joined forces to invigorate the next attack.
I shook my head.
This was going to be a nonsensical explosion.
With a quick glance to my left I saw the freshly damaged battlefield.