A wave of invisible force screamed across the arena—pure sound, condensed into a shockwave of raw destruction.
BOOM!
It hit Tharnok like a freight train, the blast lifting the massive Vorakan clean off his feet.
One second he was grounded, the next—blown backward through the air like a missile.
He flew across the floating platform, arms flailing, body twisting from the sheer impact.
And slammed to the ground, landing towards the far edge of the arena.
But the wave wasn't done.
It kept coming.
Pulse after pulse—relentless.
Invisible bursts of compressed sound pounding Tharnok's like the strikes of a giant's hammer.
Through the haze, Tharnok raised an arm to shield himself.
Muscles strained. Veins bulged.
His body shook under the pressure. Splits opened across his skin, blood flicking into the air with each hit.
But then…
Despite being assaulted.
He started walking.
One step.Then another.
Shoulder first.
