Once the accessories adorning the Duke's body began to gleam with an intense, almost unnatural shine, the ball of fire at the center of the scene began to shrink, its once immense, blinding glow slowly contracting until it was no larger than a pinball.
A steady red beam shot out from the center of the orb, cutting through the void of space like a searing, focused ray of destruction.
The beam was aimed directly at the five ships ahead, but it veered slightly to the left, missing its target by a mere fraction.
The madman had his hands clasped in a mocking gesture, eyes gleaming with superiority as he prepared to ridicule the duke's aim.
"HAH! It seems you missed—"
But his words were cut off abruptly. The ball, now nearly the size of a marble, spun the red beam, which had seemed to veer off course, the beam suddenly shifted to the right direction with terrifying speed and went through the middle of the five ships, it disappeared right after.
