Chapter 256: Absurd Pressure
An instant later, a roaring inferno descended, a bright comet of golden flame obliterating the very ground it touched.
The explosive impact scattered soil and stone outward, leaving molten scars glowing angrily beneath the fading flames. Standing calmly at the center was Selene, her dark cloak billowing gently with the flames.
The Kidnapper Leader’s eyes widened dramatically, horror flooding his gaze as recognition dawned—a terror deeper and sharper than simple fear of strength.
His voice trembled violently, reduced to a whispering stammer, "T-That face... the flames... it can’t be—" He staggered backward, panic surging through his limbs. "She’s the Legendary Runesmith. Selene Helstrom..."
Frantic hands flew towards his spatial ring. "Retrea—"
But before he could activate it, Selene vanished, reappearing instantly by his side, palm pressed gently against his chest.
His eyes widened in primal fear as flames erupted within him, consuming his core, burning him from the inside out.
Crimson and gold runes scorched his skin, sealing his voice, leaving him voiceless even as he writhed in silent agony, dissolving into ash within mere heartbeats.
The Vice Leader stumbled backward desperately, frantic fingers weaving a desperate wood-element binding spell. Thick, thorn-covered vines erupted violently, surging toward Selene with murderous intent.
But her stride never faltered; flames surged protectively around her, incinerating the bindings upon contact.
Her voice emerged, a freezing whisper laced with pure wrath, coldly measured and utterly merciless, "You laid your hands on my grandson."