Fated Death

The void tore open.

A massive rift slowly opened where the power of Blood Eclipse was thickest.

On the other side of the rift, it connected to a crimson "Kingdom."

There was no sky there, no earth, only an endless sea of blood and drifting corpses.

This was where Aiden slept—the Blood King Palace.

From within the "Blood King Palace," a hand slowly reached out.

That hand was formed from pure blood, and the twisted outlines of bones could be seen at the joints.

It gripped a blood-dripping spear and assumed a throwing posture.

—Fated Death!

"Ralph!"

Miller's voice came through the combat channel, filled with heart-rending terror.

But Ron no longer had time to respond.

That blood-dripping spear was hurled out, moving at a speed impossible to describe.

No, it could not even be described with "speed."

It was more like a kind of "inevitability"—from the moment the spear left the hand, it was destined to strike its target.

Ron's reaction could not be called slow. After determining that he could not dodge, [Threshold of Darkness] unfolded completely.

That gate woven from starlight and chaos condensed before him, releasing a defense strong enough to withstand an all-out strike from an Archwizard of the same level.

At the same time, [Silent Theater]'s suppressive power opened to its fullest, slowing the flow of time in an attempt to suppress that blood spear's "inevitability."

He even mobilized the power of the thunderfire pillar, layering another flowing energy shield over the exterior of the Void Shell projection.

Triple defenses were constructed in the space of a breath.

This was the most extreme defense he could currently muster.

And yet, the blood spear pierced through everything.

The doorway of [Threshold of Darkness] was punched through, and that veil of chaos, powerful enough to conceal