Beast Will 12

A chill ran down my spine as he swung his hand. A shadowy wave of fire erupted from his hand, engulfing me and everything behind me.

Aether swirled around me, protecting me from the hellfire that ignited even the air and paved ground.

Despite the cone-shaped devastation —that left every Alacryan in its way dead—I was still standing. However, the scythe wasn’t my only opponent.