"Take this!" Max roared, hurling the unstable devouring hole straight at Mark. The vortex screamed as it ripped through the battlefield, dragging everything in its wake toward inevitable death. Even the runic barriers around the arena groaned under its pull, straining to hold their form.
Mark's crimson eyes flickered with interest. He raised one hand and nodded lightly. "I have to give it to you, Max. This and the lightning dragon before it… Both could kill ordinary Divine Rank experts without question." His lips curved into a faint smile. "But sadly, your opponent is me."
Without hesitation, Mark reached out. His fingers wrapped around the devouring hole as if it were no more than a marble. Space cracked around his grip, but the vortex that should have swallowed him whole shrank against his palm like clay pressed by a sculptor.
And then, casually, he lifted it toward his mouth.
