Maflin's body jerked violently backward as the silver-white spear pierced through his brow and emerged from the back of his head.
His eyes bulged wide, his mouth hung open, and his face was filled with utter shock and disbelief.
That strike had been too fast.
So fast that his thoughts had yet to catch up with the transmission of pain.
Maflin's skull let out an overwhelmed groan.
His brain matter boiled, and towering waves surged through his Mental Space.
The next instant, all the crystalline spikes surrounding Maflin shattered. Breaking free of the icy restraint, he spread his arms wide, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly.
A strange spell fluctuation radiated from him. Within the ice crystal Domain, the black ice freezing the wraiths exploded chunk by chunk.
At the same time, Maflin's entire body resembled a clay doll baked dry and cracked beneath the scorching sun. The flesh and skin all over his body rapidly split open, revealing gashes the size of infants' mouths.
Intense black beams shot from those gashes, as though something were trying to break free from within him.
That was not light.
It was curse particles compressed to the extreme.
It was his final madness, his attempt to drag everything around him down to the grave in despair.
Every gash resembled a greedy mouth, frantically devouring the elemental energy drifting around it.
At that moment, the silver-white spear piercing Maflin's forehead rapidly melted, flowing down his cheeks like mercury and plugging several gashes that emitted brilliant light.
Maflin's face twisted viciously as he reached out to seize the flowing mercury, which seemed almost alive. Then, a tall, straight figure silently appeared before him.
"Stasis!"
Looking down coldly at Maflin, Dago extended his right hand toward him. In an instant, countless metal tentacles formed from Yitai