[Timeline: Day 3 of the Tournament – The Invasion]
[Location: The Arena Floor]
The world was ending.
Above, the sky had turned into a kaleidoscope of terror. Headmistress Astra was fighting a duel with a Lich the size of a mountain, their collision shattering clouds for miles. Purple lightning rained down like artillery fire.
But on the ground, Prince Nero saw only one thing.
He saw the girl who had made him bleed.
"Die," Nero whispered.
His hand, wreathed in the white-hot plasma of a miniature sun, swept down toward Elena's neck.
Elena didn't close her eyes. She watched the light come. She was too broken to move, too drained to cast. She simply accepted it.
'I tried,' she thought. 'Alaric... I tried.'
The blade of fire was an inch from her throat.
VW00000MMM.
It was the sound of sound death.
A bass drop so deep it vibrated in the marrow of every bone in the stadium.
