The small golden ball had appeared right where Raze was. It had been pushed forward by forceful wind magic, and because of its size, it was able to move at an extremely fast speed, cutting through the air almost silently. There was something about it that made Raze's instincts flare immediately. It didn't feel like an ordinary attack, and it didn't carry the same pressure as a destructive spell.
It felt deliberate.
Raze reacted on instinct. He lifted his sword and was about to strike it back with Dark Magic, planning to either slice it apart or redirect it the way Idore had done to him. However, before his swing could fully connect, the golden ball lit up.
The light wasn't blinding in the traditional sense. It was consuming.
In the next instant, everything in Raze's sight was swallowed by gold.
