Ray burst out with all his strength, eager to test himself against what was said to rival a Silver-ranked powerhouse.
A volley of black fireballs flared into existence around him, orbiting like miniature suns of destruction.
As the ancestral spirit charged, Ray unleashed them all at once.
Each projectile hit its mark. The creature, brainless and bound by command, didn't even attempt to dodge. Kalen, watching from behind, sneered at first—he believed nothing could pierce the spirit's force field, said to be sturdier than steel.
But that sneer froze on his face the next second.
The black flames born from the blasts ate away at the translucent barrier like acid melting flesh, latching onto the spirit's form beneath.
The air filled with a sound that made the blood run cold—a guttural, distorted roar, half bestial, half human. The spirit thrashed violently, its charred hide splitting and sizzling as black fire crawled across it, eating it alive from within.
