Chapter 278
"Vibrant Thrust!"
Ronan's voice tore through the battlefield, his dread sword plunging into Magus's chest.
The sequence.... vanishing, reappearing, striking, it all took less than a heartbeat. One blink. One breath. Yet when the blade pierced through, even Ronan himself could hardly believe it.
The Dark Emissary.
The monster who had crushed them over and over.
The nightmare that seemed untouchable.
Pierced. Just like that.
But he wasn't dead. Not yet.
The massive sphere of destruction he had been conjuring evaporated into thin air, collapsing as though it never existed. His body dropped like a stone, crashing into the ground with a thunderous thud.
Ronan's chest heaved. Relief should've come but unease gnawed at him instead. His instincts screamed. Any second now, Magus would rise again, laughing, announcing another round.
But nothing happened.
