A sharp crack split the air as her magic erupted. The Monarch of Darkness barely had time to scream before his body was obliterated, his very soul shredded into the afterlife, leaving behind nothing but empty silence.
The battle was over.
With her enemy gone, the Necromancer turned toward Kael's lifeless body. She knelt beside him, her fingers brushing against his cold skin. His pulse was weak, his breath nearly nonexistent. Even with all her power, she knew—he wouldn't last much longer.
She sighed, her expression unreadable as she looked at the remains of the Monarch.
"The Fountain of Youth… That's the only thing that could save you," she muttered. "But you won't last that long."
Her gaze darkened.
She had no choice.
With a final glance at Kael's motionless form, the Necromancer made her decision.
