"Astral Abyss: Starfall."
As soon as Elowyn spoke those words, she slashed her sword downward toward the wraith base.
The motion was fluid, effortless, as if the sword itself was an extension of her will.
From the clouds above, countless raindrops began to fall.
But these were not ordinary raindrops. Each droplet carried terrifying momentum, a weight that did not belong to water.
Even the [Marshal] rank wraiths shivered at the mere sight of them.
The Wraith Marshal and the Wraith Princess reacted simultaneously.
They knew they were outmatched. This was not a normal attack that they could block with brute force.
The low-stage and mid-stage wraiths did not move. They stood frozen in place, as if an invisible force had bound their limbs, their bodies, their very wills.
They could only watch as death fell from the sky.
The Wraith Marshal and the Wraith Princess created a miasma barrier above them, layers of dark energy stacked together in desperate defense.
