Two sword glows, both imbued with a monstrously terrifying Qi, viciously clashed and then refused to die out. They transformed into the sharpest rays of light in the world, drawing out countless straight lines against the curtain of the night, summoning clouds from the distant horizon and blocking out the innumerable stars.
The wind roared, grass was sheared, and the black monoliths began to crack, their splinters transforming into terrifyingly sharp arrows. Screams began to rise from the graveyard as both the woman crying for their sons and the numb nobles waking from their dazes began to flee. But it was hard to say just how many of them would be able to survive.
After some time, the wind finally stopped. Gravel and mud rained back down to the ground as the two terrifying blade glows also ceased to shine.