Yet Mark stood at the center of it all with a faint smile, utterly unshaken. With a flick of his wrist, his body erupted with infernal energy so dark and suffocating that the four divine manifestations crumbled as though they were made of ash.
The phoenix burst apart in flames that sputtered out in the wind. The azure dragon's roar was cut short as its body shattered into fragments of fading light. The white tiger's claws disintegrated before they could even touch him, leaving nothing but empty echoes. The chains of the black tortoise snapped one by one, collapsing into dust that scattered uselessly across the battlefield.
The overwhelming attacks that could have destroyed kingdoms were shattered as effortlessly as glass beneath Mark's hand. His laughter reverberated across the sacred grounds, mocking and cruel.
