The battlefield fell silent for a breath, just before Alister took a single step forward—and the very ground beneath him fractured like glass.
His golden mana seeped through the earth like molten magma.
Helexor and the other apostles surged forward as one, their movements blurs of black and crimson.
Alister drew in a slow breath, his golden eyes flashing like twin suns, some traces of purple appearing in their depths. He exhaled, and in that moment, golden spikes erupted violently from the ground in every direction.
The apostles raised their defenses just in time, barriers of dark ether flaring to life as they were hurled backward by the sheer force of the eruption. The impact sent them crashing through rubble, skidding across the fractured earth.
They all drew their weapons and charged forward once more, dark blades and cursed spears gleaming with murderous intent.
Alister tilted his head as he smiled. "How relentless."
And then—
