Chapter 125
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The entire sky was instantly shrouded in darkness, as if the world had reached its most perilous moment.
Above Kamar-Taj, storm clouds churned violently, twisting into grotesque skull-like formations. Jagged fangs of shadow opened wide, as if seeking to devour the entire sanctum in an abyss of malevolence.
"Do you really think this is the best you can muster?"
The Nightmare Cultist sneered, his gaze fixed upon the churning sky. The gathering energy radiated an overwhelming force—one they had long revered as their ultimate forbidden technique. To wield it meant sacrificing their own vitality, but for the success of their dark purpose, death was inconsequential.
"So, this is the grand spell you've worked so hard to unleash?"
Finn's eyes remained unwavering, his expression cold and unreadable as he gazed upon the apocalyptic display. There was no fear, no hesitation—only absolute resolve.
"Even this will not be enough to stop me."
The Nightmare Apostle clenched his fists, his form trembling as he bellowed, "Channel all of your energy! Now!"
The surrounding cultists obeyed, pouring their very essence into the forbidden incantation. The deep-space rift above Kamar-Taj twisted violently, its spiraling maw gaping wider, threatening to swallow reality itself.
"Your ambitions are laughable."