Dying all of the Sudden

Karsha stood there, watching as a barrage of swords rained down from above. Despite each sword being only about 2 meters long, the sheer number of them and their incredible force wreaked havoc. In just three seconds, half of the mountain he was standing on was obliterated. The power behind those swords was just too overwhelming for the mountain to handle.

"Alright, let's give this a shot," Karsha said with a determined look. He willed the rain of swords to stop, and instantly, a million swords materialized from the sword pool hovering at the edge of the dark, swirling vortex. With a focused gesture, he pointed at the swords and then sliced his hand through the air in a cutting motion. 

The swords responded instantly, streaking through the sky like a meteor shower, their movement smooth and deadly. Karsha controlled them with nothing more than his hand, guiding their path with fluid precision.