Aldric's smirk deepened, his blood-red eyes gleaming behind the shadows of his helm.
"You are going to die now."
His words weren't spoken with cruelty, nor arrogance—only certainty.
Then—
—FWOOOSH!
He vanished.
A blur of black wind and killing intent.
Lucavion's pupils constricted—too fast.
The storm surged, a hurricane of force closing in on him from all directions. The weight of Aldric's presence drowned the battlefield, his spear tearing through the air like a bolt of destruction.
Lucavion barely had time to react.
The spear was already there.
Aimed straight for his heart.
DEATH.
It should have been instant.
But—
—Something clicked.
The edge of the abyss.
Lucavion stood on it.
Teetering between life and death.
And when he was pushed to this limit—
His true talent awakened.
His instincts sharpened beyond thought, his body reacting before his mind could process the danger.
His blade moved.
—FWOOOM!
The world warped.
