CHAPTER 953
The cracked-toothed General's eyes widened in sheer horror as the runes beneath his feet ignited, glowing with a deadly, iridescent intent.
It was a trap.
Sol had meticulously forced him into this exact position, and only now, as the air began to hum with mana, did he realize the depth of her deception.
But was it already too late to escape the impending surge?
A violent rush of wind erupted from the earth beneath his boots.
Without delay, his massive chains curled inward, immediately coiling around his frame like a protective metallic cocoon.
He finished the maneuver just in time; a massive blast of gale-force wind sent his armored body flying through the air, hurtling across the battlefield before crashing into the distance.
A three-meter-wide crater instantly manifested where the heavy cocoon impacted the soil.
Sol wasted no time capitalizing on the opening.
