Orien swung his sword in a wide horizontal arc, a crazed smile spreading across his face as he shouted.
"Die!!!"
Nichole, Maelis, and the others felt pure horror grip them. Their eyes widened as they did everything they could to retreat, pushing their bodies far beyond their limits. But their mana refused to budge, their wills screamed in protest, yet none of it was enough.
The attack was overwhelming. It felt as though the strike carried the combined power of dozens of Saints, crushing everything in its path without mercy.
The crescent slash engulfed them completely.
-BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Everyone froze on the spot. A chill ran straight down their spines, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably as they stared at the aftermath of the attack.
There was no one present there. No Saint. Not even a single body part remained. The floor was filled with nothing but blood, splattered and soaked into the shattered ground as silent proof of what had just occurred.
