He raises both arms. The air around him freezes solid—then shatters into dust as magic surges.
"Tier 6 Skill: Absolute Silence."
The world blinks.
Rewalt's ears pop—sound vanishes.
Then, from every corner of the room, ice spears form out of nothing. A dome of frozen death collapses inward, completely silent. The very concept of sound is removed from the space.
Rewalt's eyes widen. He tries to summon the towers again, but the glyphs on his arms shatter like glass. One of the towers flickers—then dies.
He raises his sword one last time.
The ice spears pierce him from all sides.
His body jerks—once.
Blood splashes the frost.
The towers fall silent.
Astram exhales, and sound returns like a roaring vacuum.
Rewalt crumples forward, the light fading from his eyes, one hand still reaching toward the altar—as if trying to push Asdri away.
Astram stands over the fallen king.
