The rot magic spread instantly through the skeleton's frame, eating away the brittle bone until the warrior collapsed into dust.
"Good… the sword is doing great," Rhys muttered with a satisfied grin. "Now that the testing is over, let's clean up the rest of them."
He raised his hand toward the advancing line of undead.
[ Light Bullets ]
Five radiant projectiles erupted from his palm in rapid succession, streaking through the fog like golden comets. Each bullet found its mark with unerring precision—piercing skulls, shattering ribs, and bursting the undead apart in flashes of searing light. The air cracked with each impact, bones clattering across the floor like brittle glass.
In less than a heartbeat, the remaining five skeletons crumbled, their lifeless remains scattering across the cold stone.
