Those slave creatures that hadn't had time to escape couldn't even scream before their bodies melted instantly under the sweep of the light.
The Wizards' defensive magic was meaningless before that palm; the Magic Shield of a Level 1 Mage couldn't hold for even 0.1 seconds in the tricolored light, while the Level 2 Mage held on for less than a second before disappearing as well.
The last scene Duke saw was that palm covering the entire sky above the fortress.
Four colors of light intertwined beautifully yet heartbreakingly, like an overwhelming aurora.
Then the four-colored light swallowed everything.
But Duke did not die.
After the light dissipated, he knelt in the center of a charred wasteland.
The Longsword he had never been without was now just a half sword handle, its blade part transformed into molten iron under the energy impact.
