Galan's scarlet eyes locked onto Neos. There was no rational scrutiny left in that gaze, only a predator's most primal fury and killing intent toward an "obstacle."
He could sense the pure, vast energy contained within the golden figure before him. It was not merely immense; it also carried a sacred aura that made him crave devouring it at the very moment he perceived it.
He had to devour him!
He had to snuff out this light completely!
Without any probing, Galan raised his massive hand again.
But this time, it was no simple slap. His five fingers spread open, and the tainted vortex in his palm spun madly. Its suction did not merely affect matter; it directly tugged at Neos's soul and very existence. He wanted to drag this "nourishment" that could elevate him once more, along with the surrounding light and order, into the eternal abyss of darkness!
Neos remained calm. The sword flowing with deep blue radiance in his hand merely extended lightly forward.
There was no earth-shaking display, yet the sword tip struck precisely upon the most crucial "node" in the tainted vortex's flow of power.
Sizzle—!
The vortex, which had seemed capable of devouring everything, suddenly split open into a tiny hole where the sword tip struck. Its rotation instantly lost balance, the terrifying suction came to an abrupt stop, and the energies within collided with one another, exploding into a chaotic dark-red torrent that instead jolted Galan backward!
Galan let out an enraged roar, apparently not expecting his attack to be so easily dismantled.
Yet this failure only roused his savage ferocity further. His enormous body rammed forward, carrying brute force capable of crushing stars. At the same time, the writhing dark matter across his body transformed into countless tentacles covered in slime and