Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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Rhozan raised his staff and began chanting resolutely.
Ancient Kahr'uun syllables rolled off his tongue with authority. The air around him vibrated violently as the mana density skyrocketed.
Frost gathered, thickened, and crystallized into massive glyphs that floated around his body, spinning in slow, deliberate orbits.
The Kahr'uun warriors still standing—over seven hundred of them—felt it immediately.
Their eyes widened.
"This is… High Sovereign Magic…" "He's burning his life force…" "He doesn't plan to survive this."
The chant reached its crescendo.
Rhozan slammed the base of his staff into the ice.
The world answered.
A colossal spear of compressed glacial mana formed above him, spiraling with layered enchantments—destruction, binding, severance, purification. The temperature plunged so sharply that even corruption recoiled for a split second.
The spear descended.
