The atmosphere grew thick with dread. Bravus began chanting his spell, his eyes brimming with cruelty. Faint, mesmerizing lights swirled around him, casting an ominous glow across the battlefield.
The spectators fell into a stunned silence. The ritualistic chant alone was terrifying—it was easy to imagine the devastation the spell would unleash.
The spell was so powerful, the incantation itself took time to complete. Quiet murmurs of fear began to spread—not just because Bravus was about to kill Clayton, but because it seemed like he intended to erase him completely. Not even a corpse would remain.
Clayton, barely conscious, could only stare blankly. His thoughts were scattered, slipping away like water through his fingers.
Moments later, the spell reached its peak.
Bravus felt it—the moment of triumph. With pride, malice, and satisfaction burning in his eyes, he unleashed the spell.
"Bo—"
Boom!
