Hex was on the level of a Grand Mage and even at that tier, he was impossible to kill.
It wasn't that it was difficult but it was just straight up impossible.
The Empire had spent years attempting to destroy him, deploying entire military units and powerful spells, only to fail over and over.
In the end, it took Stella Duvraine's runes to seal him away.
Hex's immortality wasn't just a title; it was a fact.
He could regenerate from being vaporized, disintegrated, or torn apart. His soul was bound to his vessel in a way that made death meaningless, at least that was how the Empire described him.
So how, in the name of the gods, did she kill him?
Veyra exhaled slowly, and her skin rippled like glass touched by a hammer.
The crystallized flesh shattered silently, flaking away in glittering fragments to reveal completely healed skin beneath.
