He spread his arms wide and stamped his foot hard on the ground.
The earth beneath him cracked open violently, and with a deep rumble, a massive earth ball surged from the broken ground like a beast awakened. Thick, solid, and covered in glowing runes, the boulder launched forward with terrifying speed—zooming straight at Jonathan like a cannon fired at close range.
Willow's eyes burst open in shock.
She had seen Paul's attacks before—felt the weight of them, struggled under their pressure—but this one was on a whole different level. The sheer size, the speed, the violent force pulsing from the earth ball… it was far beyond anything he had used earlier.
"That's not the same technique…" she whispered.
She could feel it in her bones. This was a finisher—a skill meant to crush, not just defeat.
Her body moved before her mind could catch up. She pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the pain in her limbs.
"Jonathan!" she shouted, starting to rush toward him.
But she was too late.
