Chapter 145: Finished
Marla’s face paled as she witnessed Ezekiel’s decisive strike against Devon. Her body trembled uncontrollably as she backed away, her mind racing with fear and disbelief. She knew she had to escape or face a similar fate.
"I can’t believe this... Devon died... This can’t be..." Her words were choked with emotion as tears streamed down her face. With each step, her panic grew, fueling her desperate flight from the gruesome scene. She couldn’t comprehend how someone as powerful as Devon could be defeated so easily. There was no way Devon would vanish like that...
Meanwhile, inside the destroyed throne hall, with Devon’s lifeless form crumbling to the ground, Ezekiel raised his hands, summoning forth the potent blue flames of his dragon power. These flames were not just physical, but mystical, capable of consuming not only flesh but the very essence of one’s being.
As the azure flames enveloped Devon’s fallen body, they burned with an intensity that seemed to defy the laws of nature. The flames licked hungrily at his form, searing through flesh and bone with an unrelenting fury.
But Ezekiel’s purpose was not merely to destroy Devon’s physical vessel. No, he sought to obliterate every trace of the demon king’s existence, to ensure that he could never again threaten the peace of the realm.
With a primal roar, Ezekiel channeled all of his rage and determination into the flames, willing them to scour away every last vestige of Devon’s spirit and soul. The air crackled with energy as the flames raged hotter and brighter, consuming everything in their path.
And then, as suddenly as they had appeared, the flames began to recede, leaving nothing behind but a charred, empty space where Devon’s body had once lain. Ezekiel stood amidst the aftermath, his chest heaving with exertion, but his eyes filled with a steely resolve.
With Devon’s spirit and soul extinguished Ezekiel knew that Tarah was now free. He grabbed Devon’s head by his hair and walked out of his throne, his presence striking fear into all who saw him. Not far away, he saw Elijah with his men approaching.
"Sire," Elijah murmured, his gaze fixed on Devon’s severed head.