Chapter 401
Boom, boom—
A torrential electrical downpour erupted across the city, beginning with sporadic brilliant yellow lightning bolts.
Crash, crash, crash!
The brilliant storm obliterated the undead and specters, exploding their forms into fragments under the relentless assault. The golden deluge swept through the lowest levels of the city, consuming not only the undead horde but also the ghostly horses, the bone carriages, Carmiel himself, and the lieutenants gathered by his side.
Crackle!
The lightning struck Carmiel repeatedly, golden arcs searing his entire form. His skeletal body trembled violently, and the mist-like visage of his face disintegrated entirely, leaving no trace.
The ghostly horses were scorched down to their bones, and the lieutenants—except for the knight—convulsed uncontrollably under the electric onslaught.
Thud, thud—
That was when Ian began descending the staircase, charging straight into the heart of the lightning storm without a hint of hesitation. Despite the shower of the golden bolts, not a single strand of lightning struck him. The sword in his right hand glowed with golden energy, a radiant blade rising from its edge.
"Unbelievable! It's real!" Carmiel's voice broke through the storm, tinged with astonishment. Though his tone reflected shock, his words betrayed no pain, only awe. "You're truly a figure out of the history books. I've walked right into a trap!"
At that moment, the knight lieutenant, who had been standing firm by the carriage, sprinted.