"Foolish."
Nocteron's voice was calm, detached, almost pitying.
He raised his arms forward with a soft sigh, as though disappointed rather than threatened.
Fwish! BAM!
Without warning, a column of blazing fire surged up from beneath his feet.
The [Flames of Oblivion] erupted like a geyser of wrath, crackling with deadly force as they engulfed the area beneath both Nocteron and Lich.
The ground scorched, the air warped, and everything within a dozen meters looked like it was about to be reduced to ash.
Alex didn't expect the attack to kill them, he wasn't naive, but he wasn't aiming for a kill.
He only needed a moment, a second of distraction, just one flicker of vulnerability.
But… that moment never came.
Because this, right now, was the shift in the tide.
Until now, it had seemed like they were evenly matched, blow for blow, move for move.
