Arthur stood in the center, while arms of spiritual energy emerged in every direction. He was a torchlight in a world of darkness. As he floated to stand between the cave and the army, the arms kept multiplying to reach the hundreds.
Each hand was as big as a boulder, capable of crushing multiple foes at once — which they did. The arms came crashing down like meteors, stretching down the mountain and slamming to the monsters of darkness.
The army had thousands of monsters.
But each arm took down tens at a time.
Despite the numerical advantage that the army had, Arthur was an impassable mountain. The spiritual energy began to distort the fabric of existence as they crushed these abyssal spirits into nothingness.
