At the peak of his battle against Blattier—the man wielding the strength of thirty-five million souls—Frey Starlight found himself outmatched, unable to triumph over the monster his foe had become.
He had no choice but to gamble on a new technique he hadn't even finished.
Under Blattier's puzzled stare, the colossal violet sun of aura that had even made the archbishop flinch swallowed its maker whole in a scene as shocking as it was inexplicable.
"Did he lose control and erase himself with his own attack?" Blattier muttered, baffled by what he'd seen.
That violet aura-sun was vast, its contained power in no way inferior to his own. Blattier fully expected Frey's next strike to be a genuine threat. Instead, the opposite happened—there was no way Frey could survive a disaster like that. The sun should have obliterated him.
With no other explanation at hand, Blattier assumed Frey had lost control and died by the very technique he'd created.
