Chapter 47: The final charge
Vel'Merath stood amidst the shimmering remnants of their last clash, breath uneven and eyes scanning the battlefield.
The dust had barely begun to settle, but already he could sense something was wrong.
The silence was misleading. It wasn't over.
Menma, still standing, his body radiating dark heat, smiled. "Not yet," he said coolly, his voice low and steady.
That single sentence was enough to snap Vel'Merath out of his momentary relief.
He gritted his teeth, shaking his head in disbelief. He had genuinely thought it was finished.
Vel'Merath's expression hardened as he stepped back, his fingers tightening. "Fine," he muttered, "then I'll just end it again."
This time, he didn't hold back.
With a quick motion of his hands, Vel'Merath summoned the shimmering orbs of his Full Moon ability.
They lit up the space around him with a cold silver light, humming with restrained force.
But this time, there was a difference. A change in strategy.