Maddy felt a genuine shiver run down her spine. Without a sound, a massive, towering shadow loomed directly behind her.
She began to turn her head, her Compound Vision already catching the terrifying silhouette. A giant, armored figure stood in the darkness, raising a massive claymore high into the air.
The blade wasn't glowing with standard light magic anymore; instead, it was bathed in a sickly, corrupted golden hue that seemed to distort the very moonlight passing through it, illuminating Maddy's hooded form from behind in a pale, deathly glare.
An ominous, layered voice echoed through the narrow alley, carrying a heavy, unnatural resonance as it chanted the name of the technique:
"Golden King Smite—"
