Zerathul didn't move. He remained there, suspended in the air. His robes of darkness flowing around him like the breath of the void.
His face that looked like twisted mockery of flesh and tentacles and octopus showed no emotion that could be seen, only those narrow red eyes glowing like twin flames, it was cold and ancient.
The crescent of golden energy screamed toward him. It was serrated with burning light that shredded through the air as it came.
Then, the smoke surrounding him surged upward, forming a vortex of black and crimson tendrils that met the strike head-on.
The moment they collided, the sky blew up.
BOOM!
A massive explosion erupted, tearing apart clouds and shattering the ground far below them.
The shockwave carried not just Magic energy but a wave of corruption.
Erend flinched as his vision blurred for a split second, seeing flashes of shapes in those explosions. He saw eyes, claws, and teeth in flashes of images.
