The last traces of life drained from Gizin's eyes. His chest no longer rose. His heartbeat had faded into nothing. Raze held his gaze for a long moment, confirming there truly was no spark left inside the Grand Magus who had tormented him for so long.
One more was gone.
He lowered his hand slowly, releasing a quiet breath through his nose. Yet he didn't allow even the smallest piece of Gizin to remain. Raising his palm, Raze summoned Dark Magic in a thick, swirling wave. The shadows surged forward like a living tide, shrouding Gizin's collapsed body until it disappeared beneath the veil.
Dark Magic devoured anything it enveloped, and here it worked ruthlessly, breaking down flesh, bone, energy, every last particle of the Grand Magus, until not even dust remained.
Something so cruel and destructive didn't deserve a grave.
