A thunderous impact echoed within the pyramid. But unlike what he had hoped, the attack produced nothing more than a faint tremor on the barrier's surface. Durnhardt clicked his tongue in annoyance.
He scanned the area, searching for a crack, a way out. But before he could form a plan, something appeared before him—or rather, someone.
Valerian stood there. His black robe rippled softly, as though merging with the surrounding darkness. His silver eyes gleamed, and at the corner of his lips, a victorious smirk took shape.
"Now, you really won't be able to escape," he said mockingly.
His eyes shone brighter, revealing the deep satisfaction of someone relishing his enemy's despair.
Without delay, black energy condensed once more in Valerian's hand. He stepped forward, and with a swift motion, thrust his hand through the air, aiming straight for Durnhardt's chest.
