Despair Winter Dragon's Death Gaze

Boom!

A terrifying spell slammed into the invisible silver barrier, raising only a few faint ripples.

They faded quickly, like the ripples from a stone dropped into still water. In the blink of an eye, they were gone, as though that earthshaking impact had been an illusion.

On one side of the Thorn Ring, Karos and Ronald watched with icy eyes.

Terrifying energy surged around them, their robes billowing. They were like two furious beasts trapped in a cage, trying to smash through its iron bars with their heads.

But before absolute power, their fury looked pale and futile. They were like men shouting inside an iron house, unable to wake even a few companions who pretended to sleep.

In response, black-robed Yadar merely turned the silver Rubik's Cube in his hand.

It revolved between his pale, slender fingers as though he were playing with their fates.

There was no mockery in his eyes, only a chilling indifference. To him, they seemed no more than scurrying insects, doomed to be crushed no matter how hard they struggled.

Not far away, Derby stood atop a corpse in a pool of blood and laughed wildly at Dago.

Perhaps he had gone mad. In a world that devoured people, madness might even be a blessing.

A few meters from him, Violet repeatedly hurled herself against the spatial barrier, her face grim. Every impact rang like a bell of despair in everyone's heart.

Ignatius looked around, and his smile grew brighter.

It held not only the arrogance of the strong, but the cruel delight of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Looks like quite a few people care about you."

He leaned slightly toward Dago. An orange-gold glow brightened in his dark eye sockets, like hellfire flickering with Greed and Destruction.

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