The Thorn of Ending. The Black Storm. The Death Wind. The Great Silence.
The destroyer of nature.
Ruinweaver's Doomshard spell was known by many names throughout the years. It wasn't of this world, that I can say for sure. No mana, no aura could create such a devastating anomaly.
The second Ruinweaver activated the spell, Harmon grabbed me and flew away from the Ruin Lord as fast as possible. I was shaken. In one second, everything had turned upside down. I beat him. I won. And yet.. it was the scion of chaos who was having the last laugh.
And now I lost everything?
My eyes could not believe the reality before me. Ruinweaver had unleashed an abyssal black orb of condensed power—the first target of which was Ruinweaver himself. My eyes bulged as I witnessed the powerful fourth-ranker's body unravel and fall into a small handful of ash.
