Berger's figure descended from the black skies, like an omen of destruction. The amount of mana gathered in his fist had caused the very space around it to visibly distort.
A blinding light swept out from it, radiating heat and fury. The gnome's face had twisted into a dark scowl, and he looked no different than a vengeful, wrathful deity of war.
Beneath him, his target, Daggett, instantly grew pale. The mana gathered around Berger's fist was enough to decimate large swathes of land, let alone him.
He had to act! And he had to do it quickly!
But the serpents Adam had summoned before teleporting away held him back. These serpents were weaker than him—far weaker than him—but they proved to be a massive hindrance at this critical juncture.
Too late… it was too late to evade!
Daggett's expression turned ruthless. He conjured a skull etched with mysterious runes all over it, an artifact given by the Cult Leader himself, then poured his mana into it. This was his final trump card.
