Chthon had never feared losing.
He was the creator of dark magic, one of the foremost beings in this world.
Although that sorcerer had devoured seventy to eighty percent of his power, he believed that one day he would reclaim it.
When that time came, he might even become stronger.
"Chthon?"
Just then, a voice rang out.
Then a figure appeared there. It was the Ancient One.
"Ancient One, it's you!"
At the sight of the Ancient One, Chthon's voice grew panicked, and then he screamed.
Had he seen the Ancient One in the past, he would not have cared. He would even have wanted to kill her.
He knew that the Ancient One was Earth's Sorcerer Supreme of white magic. Once he killed her, who else could stand in his way?
But now he was in terrible shape. Fighting anyone at this point would essentially be courting death, and might even completely obliterate what little power he had left.
Why was the Ancient One here?
Why wasn't she on Earth?
Wasn't this where the powers of the Multiverse collided?
"Bolts of Balthakk!"
The Ancient One frowned. In truth, she had never met Chthon, but she could sense something dangerous emanating from this being.
If a being like this threatened Earth, wouldn't that be terribly dangerous?
So the Ancient One cast the Bolts of Balthakk without hesitation. Powerful thunder power swept out, heading straight for Chthon.
Although Chthon was still alive, in his current state, the power he could wield was pitifully weak. He could barely muster any strength at all.
Let alone withstand the Bolts of Balthakk.
Rumble!
With a thunderous roar, Chthon, who had already been falling apart, vanished completely from this world under the Ancient One's power.
After destroying Chthon, the Ancient One gave it no further