The fire of madness in Euron Crow's Eye's lone eye, fierce enough to make anyone tremble, went out.
He stared at the Shadow Demon God formed of pure darkness behind the man on the cliff.
It was stuffing his prized "pets" into its mouth one by one, as though they were snacks.
His trump card, his greatest reliance, the "divine power" he had traveled to the Shadow Lands of Asshai and even sacrificed an eye to obtain, was as pitiful as a joke before his opponent.
On the cliff, after swallowing the last Shadow Assassin, the terrifying Shadow Demon God behind Lynn flowed soundlessly back into the ground like a pool of melted ink.
It became an ordinary shadow beneath Lynn's feet again, stretched long by the light of the sunset.
It looked no different from the shadow of any nearby rock.
Yet on the battlefield, every soldier from the North and every surviving Ironborn who witnessed it felt their very soul tremble.
They could no longer look straight at any patch of shadow.
Who knew whether a huge hand might reach out of that darkness the next instant, ready to seize someone and devour them?
Lynn looked at the utterly bloodless face above the ice and smiled.
Magic really was useful when you spent this much experience upgrading it.
Not a wasted point.
"Pfft-"
Euron Greyjoy could no longer hold on. The backlash from his powerful magic made him violently spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the deck before him dark red.
Utter humiliation.
He felt like a performing monkey on a street corner that had exhausted every trick and turned countless somersaults, only for a passerby to casually pin it to the ground and pluck out every hair.
"Ah... aaah..."
A growl rose from Euron's throat.
It