Annihilation
"I'm already annoyed that I allowed a bunch of hooligans to leave earlier. Nobody will escape my clutches anymore!!"
The Sacred Elvyr spoke in a deep voice that didn't allow anybody to dare challenge or contradict him as he disappeared from his earlier position.
At the same moment, he reappeared right in front of the Apostle of the Shakiya, smiling lightly as he moved his hand in a subtle motion.
Hundreds of thousand tiny wind needles emerged out of nowhere, enveloping the Apostle tightly, whose eyes gleamed with a distinct fear.
However, no sound came out of his mouth and all he could do was express his unwillingness to die through his eyes.
Despite his petrified eyes that begged for mercy, the Sacred Elvyr's expression didn't budge.
Moving his hands once again, the Sacred Elvyr controlled every single needle precisely as all of them pierced into the young Apostle of the Shakiya.