Sven spent all his energy to create one single thing - an unusual weapon in the shape of a huge needle that floated above his palm.
"What is that...?" Birit muttered as he grew alert, and the flames on his armor intensified.
"Let's just say... It's my real weapon, something I haven't used in years and didn't think I could use before the war, but I'm glad you turned out so much stronger than I thought." Sven muttered quietly before clutching the needle firmly to the underside.
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
At the same moment, a massive stream of white energy burst from Sven's body that made his mantle and hair flutter.
"Get ready. This is the best I can do without using my Form, so I suggest you enjoy your last moments of life." Sven said coldly as he stepped forward.