BOOM!
SWOOSH!
A terrifying pressure exploded outward from Rathlos's body. The ground flattened instantly, and the surrounding forest shook violently as a shockwave spread in all directions.
"Grymm!"
"Wha—!"
Joel and Randall were thrown backward, barely managing to keep their footing as the force slammed into them.
Bones rattled across the battlefield.
The corrupted energy resisted desperately, screaming and thrashing, but Rathlos stood firmly. His figure remained unmoving amid the storm of darkness.
"This is not your place," he said coldly.
The darkness let out one final, piercing scream.
Then it was crushed.
The remaining will was completely subdued, dragged under Rathlos's control. The black mist collapsed inward, and the staff's glow dimmed sharply.
Silence followed.
Only broken undead remains and scorched earth were left behind as proof of what had happened.
Rathlos bent down and picked up the scepter and the chest beside it. He looked around and spoke firmly.
