"This is the end… Shadow Sect warrior."
After standing his ground against one of the strongest demons ...
a bearer of the Hell Duke title at its peak ...
the tide had turned, and Alexander Rybak found himself in a position no one would envy.
Maskith, who had relied solely on aura since the very beginning,
suddenly drew forth an entirely different power ...
a gray energy wrapped in black flickers, crackling like lightning in the dark.
Its presence was faint compared to aura, barely enough to coat his hand ...
and yet, the beam it released was impossibly fast,
accomplishing what none of his previous attacks had ever managed.
The dark gray ray pierced straight through Alexander's chest,
tearing open a grotesque hole that exposed the void behind him.
Alexander slowly passed his hand through the hollow in his own body,
a look of disbelief carved into his face ...
his absolute, indestructible form… violated by a single, trivial strike.
