The Bone of the Ancient Flame
Boom…
The sound shattered the sky.
For a moment, it was as if a rain of swords had fallen from the heavens. Countless blades of wind tore through the air, slashing downward with merciless precision.
The two King Realm elders of the Lavahound household were sent flying like broken kites.
"Pfft—!"
Blood sprayed from their mouth's midair. Their robes were shredded, their treasured disc cracked and dim.
They crashed into the wasteland below, carving trenches into the earth.
Silence followed.
"This… how is that possible?"
Freddy Lavahound's face drained of color. His legs trembled so violently he nearly collapsed. His pupils shook as he stared at Leon in disbelief.
"They… they couldn't even withstand a single strike?"
A single move.
That was all it took.
If the elders hadn't used their treasured artifact—
Freddy's throat tightened.
He would be dead.
Above them, Leon lowered his hand slowly, faint disappointment flickering across his face.
