Sublime

A ball of dark fire that blazed like a black sun.

It was clashing with its golden opponent, freezing water into waves of ice even as it cast nets of liquid blood.

The Rippling Sword was a silver-and-red wave of madra that expanded as it flew, scraping the entire island clean between the mountain and the town.

A planet blanketed in black and pregnant with malevolent intelligence. Streamers of fire descending through an evening sky: beautiful and terrifying and heartbreakingly sad