The colossal, apocalyptic tsunami of pure, concentrated liquid shadow did not simply crash into the biomechanical armada. It actively, aggressively devoured it.
Raven stood upon the jagged obsidian cliff, his hands thrust downward with absolute, unyielding authority. The sheer volume of dark magic he had summoned from the absolute depths of his core was entirely unprecedented. The towering wave of black energy slammed violently into the front line of the hovering, grotesque warships. The impact produced a sound that defied all mortal comprehension. It was a deafening, metallic screech mixed with the sickening, organic tearing of necrotic flesh.
