The king's command had barely faded when the magic circle above the sky burst into motion.
The enormous ring of golden runes rotated violently, each symbol blazing brighter as if the circle itself had awakened.
Mana gathered from every direction.
From the palace towers.
From the enchanted streets.
From the magical lamps and protective charms scattered across the city.
All of it surged upward toward that massive circle hanging above Cain.
The air trembled under the pressure.
Then the king raised both of his hands toward the sky.
"Strike him down!"
The magic circle answered.
A beam of blinding gold shot downward like a falling star.
BOOOOM!
The attack slammed into Cain's body with enough force to shatter the air itself. The explosion shook the entire city and sent shockwaves rolling through the streets like an earthquake.
Stone cracked.
Windows shattered.
Citizens screamed as the ground trembled beneath their feet.
But the king did not stop.
