Queen Seraphine flipped her wrist and threw the golden sphere.
The moment it left her hand, it accelerated with terrifying speed. It had barely risen into the air when the compressed force inside it fully detonated. A violent surge of might speared straight through a gap in the storm and slammed into the last man still barely standing.
There was no suspense.
The golden sphere punched through him on the spot—through the front of his chest and out his back. Golden light continued to bloom along the wound's edges, spreading as it shredded what little power he had left inside.
His body twitched. Whatever was holding him up finally snapped.
Only then did Queen Seraphine speak, her tone flat. "Looks like the legends are true. These people are born with a natural nemesis. For the ones just now… their nemesis should be that storm energy."
Ethan felt a clear jolt run through him.
