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It was like a grand performance. As the characters left the stage, everything finally reached the climax of its final act.
The protagonist and antagonist fought their last desperate battle, giving the audience one final performance.
"Death!"
Flames from the Abyss replaced his pitch-black pupils as the devil roared hoarsely.
With that furious cry, the "shackles" imposed upon him cracked and broke. They could no longer restrain this raging beast.
Pitch-black scales shattered and withered. Flesh was stretched and torn apart, bursting into a sky full of bloody mist.
The rising gale dispersed the bloody mist. Klein responded calmly, but all he could see was a mass of blazing fire. He resisted the spreading rust, only for a sharp bone spear to pierce his abdomen, pinning his broken body into the thick black fog.
After struggling for several seconds, the impaled Klein dissolved into starlight.
A starlight avatar could not transfer damage, but it could use Beyonder abilities during its brief lingering existence and also serve to confuse the enemy.
Countless thorns thrust up from the ground like innumerable hands, trying to seize Klein. Klein reached out and pulled Antigonus out, and endless Historical Projections of marionettes immediately appeared in the Spirit World, turning this previously rather empty space into a sea of people. The next moment, several marionettes hung from every thorn lunging at Klein. Lava and flames blazed, burning these Historical Projections to ashes.
Dark blue flames rose, burning the black fog, dead branches, and thorns into fragmented ashes in an instant. Carried upward by the heat, they swirled high into the air before falling like gray-white snow.
At that moment, it truly seemed as though they were in hell.
Piercing shrieks rose from beneath the well. The loathsome, twisted thorns still fixed their attention on Klein.