Time was of the essence.
With the Cult Leader's mind thrown into utter chaos and his body held in place by the Heavenly Demon, Adam knew the moment had come to make a move.
It was time to finish this.
The Dark King gathered an enormous amount of mana around his fist as he shot toward the lich. His reserves were already dangerously low to begin with.
Pouring so much mana into a single attack could only mean one thing…
He intended to end this battle!
The years of grief, loneliness, betrayal, and pain he had carried within him were channeled into that one strike. Tyrannical mana roared around his clenched fist as his figure rapidly closed the distance to the burning lich.
Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon crouched upon the shoulders of the screaming lich, his hands tightly gripped around the hilts of the Blades of Fulgrim.
The corner of his lips curled into a menacing grin as he poured mana into the blades. "Die, you fucking traitor—"
But suddenly…
