Raoul's every surge of flame sent a strange power coursing into Cyril, strengthening him in every way.
This was Judgment at Sequence 5. When an enemy violated rules he had set, he himself became stronger.
Feeling that the power bolstering him had reached its limit, Cyril clenched his fist, leaned forward, and swung his arm.
"Death!"
As he threw his punch, a transparent afterimage appeared out of thin air in front of Raoul and slammed into his chest.
Thud!
With a muffled impact, Raoul's body twisted into a pale-yellow paper doll and shattered instantly.
As if he had expected it, Cyril turned sideways, raised a hand, and shoved forward. "Imprison!"
A layer of flowing, incredibly viscous transparent liquid appeared out of nowhere, forming a huge transparent amber in the air before him.
Raoul's figure quietly emerged inside the amber.
The moment he appeared, he was frozen in place, unable even to stir his Spirituality.
Raoul's face turned panicked. "Impossible. I never met your gaze. When did you plant the suggestion?"
Cyril didn't answer. Expressionless, he raised his hand, clenched his fist, and thrust it forward, speaking in a low voice. "Death!"
Thud!
Raoul's face turned deathly pale. His eyes bulged, his body hunched over, and a fist-sized dent appeared in his chest.
But because he was "Imprisoned," he remained standing, without taking a single step back.
"I... I'm a member of the Feysac Twilight Mane Legion. You can't—"
Cyril cut him off. "That's why I sealed this place in advance."
"No one will notice anything until you're a corpse."
As he spoke, he casually flicked his right hand. "Whip!"
An invisible force formed into a soft whip and lashed Raoul, shredding his clothes and tearing open his flesh until white bone showed.
"Ah... you... no..."
"Whip!"
"Whip..."
Cyril swung his