"Bastard!"
The leader of the Primal Beasts roared furiously. But beyond boiling with rage and screaming, he couldn't do a thing. All he could do was watch the blazing mass of fire runes explode and swallow his whole city.
Darian had unleashed every last fire rune all at once. The overwhelming flames devoured everything, charring the weaker beasts to ash. In an instant, a nauseating stench of burnt flesh filled the air.
The blast was so intense that Tir's earthen barrier crumbled apart. Nothing happened inside, but it revealed the apocalyptic scene outside to the three youths.
The beast leader, however, was insanely resilient. He endured the strike, even with his body scorched from head to toe. The wounds, though, were only superficial—his race had monstrous resistance.
At that moment, Darian appeared among the few survivors like a ghost, daggers in hand.
"NO!"
