The deity had been beaten to his knees. Rennala stepped forward and unleashed Caria's strongest move on her former husband-
"Spin Around!"
The former queen shouted, spinning her staff rapidly and slamming it into Radagon's chin.
The movement-how should one put it-was like a woman whose heart had been shattered by a scumbag finally reaching her limit, grabbing a broom, and beating the faithless bastard over the head.
Except Rennala wasn't holding a broom. It was the Caria Queen's Staff.
And every glintstone set into that staff was worth a fortune, enough to give any sorcery professor a heart attack on the spot.
Thud!!
A dull impact rang out.
It didn't sound like the thunder of clashing sorceries. It sounded more like a watermelon struck by a baseball bat at full force-dull, solid, with a texture that set one's teeth on edge.
Radagon's head snapped backward, golden fragments breaking off his body like a smashed plaster statue.
He flipped through the air two and a half times before crashing to the ground with a boom, leaving a shallow, human-shaped crater.
Dust billowed.
Fragments scattered.
Radagon's body, already on the verge of shattering, shed countless golden flecks under the blow, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind. The strike had torn a huge gash through his neck, leaving only a tiny section connecting his head to his body. He had come within a hair of being decapitated.
He lay motionless on the ground.
His once-imposing eyes stared emptily at the sky overhead-if this space even had a sky. Golden light slowly seeped from his wounds, dissolving into the air like drifting sand.
He clearly wasn't going to survive.
Silence fell over everyone.
They all stared blankly at the scene, their minds empty.
Rennala panted, leaning on her staff for support. Her