The spiraling lance rotated in the sky, countless flames gathered from the night like sand through an hourglass, then coiled around the shaft, converging at the gleaming spear point.
Like the mythological lightning that signifies the end of the world, the spiraling lance was hurled, carrying an unstoppable momentum through the atmosphere, shattering barrier after barrier, plunging into the earth and exploding open, tearing the entire venue apart in that moment. The surge of heat that spilled out was so intense that, even with the protective light shield in front of the spectator stands, the audience felt a slight sensation of suffocation, their faces heated up, and they began to sweat at the back.
As the smoke and flames cleared, the sky slowly revealed the figure who was lowering his hand, his golden eyes gazing down upon the earth with an unwavering aura still present.
"This is..."
"A name completely unknown to us."
"So strong that it defies description."