"Forbidden Skill: World-Ending Glaciem Sanctum, first activation!"
A roar unlike anything they'd ever heard shattered the air.
The sky turned white.
Massive magic circles formed above Dracos in a swirling spiral—indecipherable to most, except those who could feel the weight they carried. Even the Scourge dragons, frenzied and furious, froze mid-flight—literally and figuratively.
BOOM!
A cataclysmic iceberg erupted from the ground beneath him, towering into the sky like a jagged cathedral of ice. Its surface glowed with thousands of ancient carvings.
One rune for every soul lost to the Scourge.
The corrupted instincts of the Scourge screamed at them to flee.
They were wrong.
This wasn't a weapon.
This wasn't a technique.
This... was judgment.
And judgment had come for the corrupted.
Dracos pointed his spear at the army.
"Forbidden Skill: World-Ending Glaciem Sanctum, second activation!"
RIIIPPPP!!!
