Nox didn't say anything.
She just held the cub tighter, her eyes locked on Arthur.
He wasn't raging. He wasn't reckless either.
He was finishing it.
Every hit felt like it carried the same thought.
End it.
Don't let it move again.
Don't let it hurt anything else.
The guardian's mana spiked again.
Stronger this time.
Desperate.
Arthur felt it.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Still got more?"
The guardian screamed.
Not in pain, but jn desperation as the tainted mana surged wildly through its body, no longer controlled, just forced.
Then it slammed its foot down.
The ground answered.
A field of spikes erupted outward.
Wide and fast.
Covering everything around it.
Not aimed.
Just destruction.
The spikes shot out in all directions, tearing through the ground and filling the space instantly.
Back with the others, the spikes stopped just short.
Too close.
Close enough that one more step would have meant death.
Ryn let out a sharp breath. "…That was close."
