War XLV

"Rick!" Dren shouted, charging at Ivan with his claws coated in golden energy. He struck with all his strength—only for Ivan to catch his attack with ease.

Ivan grinned. "Nice try."

Then he crushed Dren's wrist.

CRACK!

Dren howled in pain as Ivan kicked him away like a ragdoll.

Aiden's mind raced. Ivan was toying with them. His power had skyrocketed, far beyond what should have been possible. The Abyssal Wastes had corrupted him, making him stronger than ever.

But he wasn't invincible.

Aiden's golden eyes flashed. He still had weaknesses.

"Enough playing around," Aiden muttered. "Let's end this."

He raised his sword, the Golden Flame roaring to life. The heat instantly melted the surrounding rocks, causing the entire crater to glow.

Ivan's smirk faltered.

Aiden vanished—appearing behind Ivan in an instant.

"Space Rend."

His sword cleaved forward—space itself splitting apart.

SLASH!