Boom!
Golden light surged like a tide, forcibly erasing every color from view with its overbearing radiance.
The Despair Winter Dragon's savage phantom did not even have time to cry out before it shattered into the most primordial particles of energy the instant it made contact.
The sweeping dark-blue frost vanished instantly like snow tossed into magma.
Space itself wailed, as though unable to bear this power.
Dago's figure shot backward.
The demonized stone ground beneath his feet was plowed into two bottomless trenches.
The wounds on his right arm, eroded down to bare bone by the Miracle Arcane Artifact's force field, writhed visibly as fresh flesh interwove.
He narrowed his eyes, his pupils contracting as he tried to pierce that blinding brilliance and glimpse his enemy's true form.
At the heart of the light, there was no human figure.
There was only a blazing sun.
One.
Two.
Three...
Dago's breathing abruptly stopped, his heart seeming to be viciously gripped by an icy hand.
The points of light reflected on his retinas were violently challenging the limits of his understanding of wizarding truth.
When the surging golden light receded like a falling tide, the dueling platform had already become another world.
This was no longer a mortal arena.
It was a god's bedchamber.
Michael floated in the air, her toes three inches above the ground—the boundary between god and man.
She wore that ancient golden armor adorned with hollow patterns. Her once cold and beautiful face now held only divine indifference.
Around her revolved a suffocating ring of stars.
They were Soul Crystals.
Every one of them emitted terrifying fluctuations powerful enough to crush the void.
Someone counted them in a trembling voice.
"One... two... three..."
The voice grew increasingly dry until it reached that despairing number.
"Ten?!"
After deathly