FWOOSH.
The abyssal armor, the crown of black flames, and the twin horns dissolved into shadows. Kael's pure white hair shifted back to its normal dark hue, and his eyes returned to their cold, silver-flecked state. He let out a long, slow breath, the exhaustion of the battle finally catching up to his muscles.
He looked down at the weeping Queen Astrid, her severed wrist still bleeding onto the shattered ice.
"Next time," Kael said, his voice calm and chilling, "you should know that even though I did not put an absolute slave rune on you, I can easily snap you or your children out of existence with a single thought. Do not test me again. My mercy is very limited."
THUD.
The Void Behemoth stomped forward, its massive claws dragging a groaning, bloody Varkos across the ruined floor. The assassin's black robes were shredded, his poisoned daggers shattered, and his Origin Realm aura flickered weakly. The Behemoth dropped him at Kael's feet like a piece of trash.
