A ripple of crimson energy left their fingertips, hurtling toward Krug's chest.
Before the spell could even cross half the distance of the room, it simply fractured. The crimson light fizzled into a few pathetic sparks and vanished into the cold air. There was no ambient mana left to fuel it. Glitch had already swallowed the God of Valleys' entire domain, leaving the kings entirely disconnected from their source of power.
The kings staggered backward, gasping for breath. The ruler in the center stared at his trembling hands in absolute horror. "The connection... it's gone. The Valley is completely hollow."
Krug stopped at the base of the dais and rested the heavy head of his greataxe against the marble floor. "Your god has been devoured. Your domain is glass. Your army is dead."
