«Blood Word lv.1: Burst!»
Shadows close around Cassian like a black shell, nullifying Akashi's attack once more.
Yet the side effects of the Blood Word, Destray, grow more catastrophic by the second.
The ground fractures endlessly, huge chasms opening and magma erupting like geysers across every corner of Iceland.
And it doesn't end there—the entire island sinks, its foundations torn apart by Akashi's devastating spell, a breath away from being swallowed by the ocean.
Akashi's breathing is heavy, his fuchsia flames weakening, flickering faintly around him.
But Cassian isn't any better—he barely manages to stay upright thanks to a staff he summoned earlier.
The mantle of shadow cloaking his body is thin and faded, weakened by the relentless barrage Akashi unleashed.
«Looks like you've hit your limit, old man!» Akashi shouts, flaunting his control.
He hurls his dagger, the blade cutting through the air straight toward the dark mage.
