The black sphere of light instantly shattered into shimmering bits before fading into nothingness.
Tigron stared at it as his eyes were alight with fury.
The black sphere of light was now destroyed in addition to the scepter.
The trump cards in his hand were reducing by the minute.
The same could be said for Jacob, as the spiritual energy in his body was almost completely depleted.
He couldn't replenish his spiritual energy efficiently when faced with such rapid drainage. The two were currently at a stalemate as they glared at one another apprehensively. Neither one of them was willing to initiate the first move.
The determining factor of their success hinged on having the support of aides.
"Oh, honorable Master of my deity, I beseech you to grant me strength…"
Tigron kneeled before the stone sculpture once more and pleaded for strength.