Chapter 86:Rotten Bones Isn’t That Frail
A monstrous aura exploded from Kael, a force he had been suppressing all this time. The air around him crackled with unseen energy, making the very ground tremble. His eyes, cold and merciless, locked onto Marconi.
The dark mage’s entire body shivered. It wasn’t just fear,it was the kind of terror that dug deep into the soul, like standing before an unstoppable force.
Kael slowly looked around, his piercing gaze landing on Baret.
"Pass me another sword."
Baret didn’t hesitate. "Yes, my Lord!" he roared, running forward. With all his strength, he hurled his sword through the air like a spear.
SWOOSH!
The blade cut through the battlefield, its sharp edge glinting under the darkened sky.
But before Kael could reach for it—
"DO YOU THINK I’M DEAD?!"
Marconi’s furious scream echoed as he summoned a devastating spell. The winds howled and twisted, forming a storm of razor-sharp blades aimed directly at Kael. Black runes spiraled in the air as the spell gathered power, turning into a massive, roaring tempest.
The cursed wind shot forward, ripping the earth apart in its path.