For the first time, C'Thun's eerie voice broke free of the illusion and entered the mortal world. The power of chaos was extraordinary. Its shock wave swept across the battlefield, and everyone's movements stiffened for an instant.
Clad in obsidian armor, the Faceless One roared. His black stone sword swept left and right, sending Broxigar and Rexxar flying. Then he strode toward Dick, who was leaning on his warhammer and pouring holy water into his mouth. The paladin barely had time to put his Light Shield in front of himself before his body shot away like a struck baseball.
A thousand years ago, the Faceless One had already been capable of bringing down dragons with his stone sword. After the war, C'Thun had personally remade him. The strength of this warrior who had betrayed the Titans exceeded anything they could imagine. But their strength had already reached its fixed limit. Unless they returned to the Forge of Origination to be infused with power again, they could never improve for the rest of their lives.
The paladin crashed awkwardly into a low wall at the edge of the battlefield. Fortunately, Naaru's Shield had absorbed one impact for him. His chest felt tight, but he quickly climbed out of the ruined bricks. C'Thun's whispers left him dizzy, yet instinct still made him dive left the instant he got up. A moment later, the Obsidian Greatsword fell from overhead.
Bang!
The stone sword struck the ground, tearing an Impact Crater through it. Amid the flying dust, the paladin flung out his Thorn Hook. Its sharp clasp wound around the obsidian giant's arm. The paladin swung through the air, and as Ossirian roared and spun, Dick fluttered about like a leaf in the wind.
It felt as though he had returned to his struggle