"Futile!" Eldric roared. His voice carried like a storm, shaking the air itself. "You think human weapons can hurt me?!"
The next instant, a sphere of writhing dark energy formed in his hand—dense enough to distort the air around it.
"[Abyssal Collapse]!"
He hurled it straight at us.
"Move!"
We scattered just in time. The orb struck the ground where we'd been standing and erupted into a shockwave of destruction. The explosion devoured the entire street, shattering walls, hurling debris into the sky.
The night was no longer silent. Screams echoed from the nearby slums as buildings crumbled.
Dust swirled in choking waves, the air thick with the stench of burning mana and ash.
Eldric—no, the thing he'd become—loomed over us like a living nightmare, his warped silhouette blotting out the stars.
Every attack we threw at him was meaningless.
Mariella's magic sputtered; her mana was nearly drained.
