After finishing his last sentence, Brad took a step forward, then collapsed to the floor as though his entire body had fallen apart.
Silver-gray fluid kept pouring from the openings in his face. Every joint in his body began to split, spilling more of that silver-gray substance onto the floor.
Like a great lump of alloy heated into liquid and dripped onto butter, the silver-gray substance pierced straight through the floor without even a process of corrosion. Every ordinary substance in nature was swallowed and assimilated without resistance the moment it touched the fluid.
Brad's body sank into it like ice gradually melting into hot broth.
Once Brad's form had disappeared completely into the fluid, the magic restraining everyone finally failed. Freed at last, they immediately screamed in panic and ran outside.
But only when they reached the outdoors did true terror and despair descend.
In the distant sky, the heavens looked as though someone had torn them open. Vast quantities of silver-gray fluid poured down from above like a celestial river spilling over.
Viewed normally, it resembled a silver waterfall connecting heaven and earth. Thousands of meters wide, it nevertheless threw up no spray. The fluid effortlessly swallowed everything it touched, winding onward and assimilating everything in its path.
The people of the magical world tried to fight back. Together, they raised Magic Shields to stop the silver-gray fluid bearing down on them, never imagining that magic could not block it at all.
Not only was there nothing in the material world capable of stopping it, but this all-consuming fluid treated magical energy exactly the same way.
None of the magical barriers offered any effective resistance against the strange fluid. Their intricate formations and magical energy were swallowed and assimilated the instant they made contact.
No matter how powerful