A sudden tremor pulsed through the battlefield.
Then—
Fwoom!!
A dark wave swept outward from Adolf's feet.
The shadow burst across the ground like a flood of ink, devouring everything in its path.
Stones, dirt, and broken debris were swallowed whole beneath the undulating mass of black mana.
It rolled with purpose—malicious, alive—as though the darkness itself sought to drag all things down into an abyss.
Harry's eyes widened.
"Tch!"
Without wasting a heartbeat, he leapt into the air—just as the shadow tendrils reached the spot where he'd been standing.
Fwoosh!
The moment his boots left the ground, jagged spires of black erupted upward.
CRACK!!
Dozens of shadow spikes burst from the earth, like fangs tearing through flesh.
They split the terrain apart, sending thick chunks of stone and soil flying in every direction.
The explosion of force beneath him sent shockwaves into the air, rattling Harry's balance even mid-jump.
