The undead Horn Lizard King raised his massive cudgel above, shaking the air around it vehemently as it brought it down with terrifying momentum.
Just as the cudgel could hit the black, crimson flame, it happened.
Boom!
The black-crimson flame suddenly exploded.
It did not erupt outward like an ordinary explosion, nor did it produce a wave of destructive energy that swept across the tower.
Instead, the entire mass of black and crimson fire suddenly collapsed inward for a fraction of a second before exploding into countless tiny sparks that scattered through the air like burning stars.
Thoren's eyes widened.
"What?!"
The undead Horn Lizard King froze in place; its massive cudgel still raised above its head.
The ancient symbols carved into the ground flashed brilliantly.
The strange tendrils connected to the Holy Son and the upper echelon of the Slave Trade Guild snapped apart.
And then, they vanished.
