The ice sword came down. The fireball and crackling wolf rushed forward, each heading towards their target.
The collision erased the center of the sanctum.
The explosion of ice, fire, and lightning expanded outward in a sphere that shattered every pillar, every shelf, every container in the room. The shockwave cracked the walls from floor to ceiling. The floor beneath them cratered and collapsed.
Moon felt the ice tear through his chest before the darkness took him.
The spirit felt the lightning and fire burn through her body at the same instant.
Both of them died.
[You have died.]
[You have lost 10,000 Lives]
The death penalty within the pavilion vicinity had increased from 2500 to 10,000.
Moon respawned in the ruined sanctum a moment later, gasping, the phantom pain of having his chest carved open still echoing through his nervous system.
His eyes snapped open immediately, looking for the spirit.
"She hasn't spawned yet…"
