The blast of gold engulfed an area of several meters for several seconds without weakening, forming a perfect circle around the source of the explosion, typically, anything inside of that radius Milo wanted gone, should have been erased completely, he surprised himself with that one, he worked on nothing but instinct, but managed to form a complex spell using his own severed leg as a catalyst to cast it, or was it that the gold responded to his wish and acted on its own?
He could not tell, and he honestly could not care less, as from the gold, an unscathed Loimos emerged, the attack only amounting to causing a bit of smoke to rise from him, every particle of gold that tried to cling to him unceremoniously withering away.
