Fifty golden flames lit up in an instant. The blinding beams of light swept across the spiritual armor around the Undead Lord's body like molten steel, sending ripples through the air. The light particles splashed like water, shattering or deflecting. But the spiritual armor was also fading and collapsing, the temperature rising sharply and distorting the light. Kabais's face twisted behind the steam, and the spiritual armor finally crumbled to dust in that moment.
"Madara!"
The Undead Lord's roar echoed through the night sky, and the skyward beams of light flickered three times in the dark—
"Martha above, that idiot—"
Rosco, in the alley, saw the dazzling golden lines reflected in the Soul Fire in his eyes under the night sky. He couldn't help but curse through gritted teeth, then leaned weakly against the wall and slid slowly to the ground.
He shook his head, once thinking he was a genius.
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