"Great Mother… hear my call—and destroy my enemies!"
Above the skies of Londor, one of the most formidable techniques ever witnessed was unleashed.
Maskith summoned a colossal phantom of a woman, her entire form shrouded in darkness.
The sheer volume of aura required for her manifestation was monstrous ...so overwhelming that a crushing pressure descended upon every living being within her domain.
Alexander Rybak bore the brunt of that pressure.
After all, he was the one who dared stand face-to-face against the ancient figure known as Maskith.
Yet despite the suffocating weight and the terrifying power on display, Alexander did not hesitate.
He surged forward at a frightening speed—only to find something unexpected.
The phantom… was watching him.
Tracking him.
As if time itself had slowed for her gaze.
And then ...
Without warning, her palm struck.
It came down with brutal force, offering him no chance to evade, no room to counter.
