Chapter 42
"Die."
Selica's voice rang out across the battlefield like a curse cast from ice itself.
The spell she had unleashed—Endfall—continued its descent. The colossal ice spear tore through the clouds like a divine punishment, its jagged edges glowing with deep blue runes. It grew larger with every passing heartbeat. There was no escape. It was falling too fast, too heavy, too massive. The air around it howled like it carried death on the wind.
Marcus stood frozen, his body still tingling from expelling too much mana. He had done everything he could. So had the others. But this… this was beyond them.
He didn't say anything.
Didn't scream.
Didn't fight.
He just closed his eyes and prepared to die.
Then—
Crack.
It was a soft, brittle sound. Like ice breaking in the distance. Then another. Then a chorus of shattering, delicate and sharp.
Marcus's eyes blinked open.
The sky was empty.
Endfall was gone.
No impact. No explosion. Just… nothing.
