-BOOOOOOM!!!
Purple light swallowed the battlefield.
For a moment I couldn't see, hear, or feel anything except heat and force.
But...
A shadow burst from the smoke.
-Thud!
Cyril crashed into the ground, carving a trench as he skidded dozens of meters. His chest was sliced open from shoulder to stomach, a deep diagonal cut. Blood poured freely, sizzling where it hit the Wrath particles still floating around.
His entire body was a shredded mess. Skin peeled away in strips, muscles torn clean through, and in several places I could literally see the white of his bones flashing between the wounds. But every time that eerie crimson glow from the dome washed over him, the flesh wriggled, crawled, and regenerated again as if mocking me.
"Ah—ahaha…" Cyril laughed, choking on his own blood. Thick, blackened droplets ran from his lips, but he still grinned like he was enjoying every second. "It's useless, Amael."
I felt anger rising within me quickly, unable to hold back.
