You Guys Can Name This Chapter (Continued)

Yet when such brilliant radiance descended upon the world, it brought not light, but calamity.

A calamity that, in another world, had slaughtered the Fusion Warriors until only thirteen remained.

Crack—

A sound like something snapping echoed beside the Lich Lord's ear.

The Originium Storm he had created fell completely silent.

The control over his spell had been stolen?

A flash of astonishment crossed his face.

Was Helheimzog's descendant really this gifted? To seize control of a spell from his hands.

Even Helheimzog himself could not have done that at the same age.

He wanted to praise that little lamb—he had been a teacher for centuries, and he loved praising clever, outstanding children.

But before the words of praise could leave his mouth, an indescribable chill flooded every corner of his soul.

Crack—crack—crack—

It was as if invisible farmers were harvesting wheat, and the "stalks" surrounding the Lich Lord snapped.

In the sky, the sorcery powerful enough to shatter mountains lost its sharpness and all its color in an instant.

Below, the towering Wizard Tower let out continuous, agonized wails in the light, as though its circuits had been destroyed, before collapsing.

The elegant old man crashed heavily into the ruins like a crow whose wings had been struck by a shotgun.

What spell had that little lamb used?

He struggled to breathe amid the rubble.

A lich was a great life-form whose Fate Binding remained unbroken, whose life never truly ended.

If not for the protection of his noble bloodline, he would likely have gone to meet the Demon Kings of generations past by now.

Why had his spell failed?

Why had his connection to the battlefield been severed in an instant?

Why had the tower built from Originium Power shattered?

"Constraint, an Originium Art unique to me."

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