still wasn’t nearly as powerful as an Archlord technique should have been.
At the same time, a wave of yellow earth madra pulsed out from the Titan’s chest, and Lindon met it with a Hollow Domain and the full force of his will.
It still battered him back, smacking him like a fist across the whole body, but it created a weak point in the Dreadgod’s technique.
Yerin rushed through, a shining meteor of silver and red. She focused the Final Sword through her blade.
With Lindon and Eithan taking care of the Titan’s techniques, hers landed. A lance of bright red madra pierced through the Dreadgod.
It streaked behind, stretching for miles.
Dreadgods had blood, Lindon knew. He had dissected enough dreadbeasts. As they were made of flesh, Yerin’s madra should tear it apart.
But that little pinprick didn’t even slow the Wandering Titan down. Its free hand came in as a fist, striking at Yerin.
She leaped off her Cloud, meeting it in midair with both her swords. She had nothing to push on but aura, so the strike should have sent her flying into the horizon.
But Lindon felt power beyond the physical, a weight of conceptual strength like he had once felt from Crusher. For just an instant, the Dreadgod’s fist hit Yerin and stopped.
Together, Lindon and Eithan launched Striker techniques at the same time.
The Spear of the Hollow King and breath of a black dragon struck the Wandering Titan in the eye.
It blinked and flinched back like Lindon might have done at an unexpected flash of light.
Its knuckles, having stopped for an instant on Yerin’s swords, pushed forward again. This time, she hurtled into the side of Mount Samara. The ground exploded into dust and snow, but he could feel her power was barely diminished.
Outside Sacred Valley, a direct hit like that would have killed her.
Lindon had already begun drawing up his will again, preparing to command the Dreadgod to stop. Or at least to try.
[We talked about this!] Dross said desperately.
He brought up Lindon’s own memories. Neither Charity nor Malice had commanded Dreadgods directly. They had worked their Sage powers through their techniques.
Lindon opened his void key.
He wished he had kept Sophara’s void key, since she had a Heaven’s Torch, the ultimate source of fire aura.
But his own fire treasures weren’t too bad either.
Fire aura gushed out, far stronger than any other source of aura in Sacred Valley. As for destruction aura…that was all around them.
In moments, Lindon gathered black-and-red aura into a cloud swirling around him, but he wasn’t forming a Void Dragon’s Dance. He blended the Ruler technique with madra Forged into a dragon’s claw, and fueled it with a focused application of the Burning Cloak.
Crystallized Blackflame madra covered his left hand, trailing black and red energy behind him as he shot toward the Titan.
Eithan was flying just beneath the cloud, Forging madra as he moved into huge stars the size of the Titan’s eyes.
As the Dreadgod squared itself and roared, Lindon felt another source of aura: blood and sword madra gathering at its feet.
Lindon reached out for the Void Icon.
And together, the three of them all triggered their techniques.
A distant bell rang, and blood and flesh flew from the Titan’s calves. Lines of blue-white light speared down from the Hollow Crown, tearing into the spirit that was entwined with its body. And Lindon slammed the Dragon Descends technique into the Dreadgod’s chest.
It detonated in a black explosion, washing over the Titan in a tide of dark fire.
Not black-and-red fire. Pure black flame.
The power of the Void Icon was strong in that technique.
Lindon wanted to keep up the barrage, but he had wrung himself dry in body and mind. They had already unleashed power on a scale that Sacred Valley actively suppressed. If the heavens were kind, they would have at least gained the Titan’s attention.
Dross spoke in a panic. [Oh yay, we did it!]
The Dreadgod’s tail whipped out from the cloud of destructive flame. Yerin rocketed up hundreds of feet to crash into the tail, blocking the strike, but a hand was coming Lindon’s way again.
Without Dross, Lindon wouldn’t have been fast enough to avoid it. The Soul Cloak sprang up around him, and he leaped and twisted in midair. Fingers the width of roads crashed into his Thousand-Mile Cloud, dispersing the construct. Lindon landed on the back of its wrist, clinging to stone-like skin for his life.
At the same time, the Titan opened its mouth and breathed out onto Eithan.
A stream of golden madra covered the Archlord whole, driving