The End
"Wow, she's fast!"
"Hahaha, with the way the prince is frowning, he might just shit himself out of anger!"
"Dude, just look at his face, it seems he's already doing it."
The ground trembled beneath the force of the blasts, and the coliseum reverberated with the sound of destruction. However, despite the intense fire blasts raining down, the audience remained relatively calm. They were no longer shouting; instead, their eyes were sparkling with admiration as they watched Nyx weave between the golden meteorites.
Ainsworth's face was now ghostly pale, almost as white as a sheet of paper. For the past minute, he had been raining down flaming blasts, and the duration of the skill would soon come to an end. A minute and some seconds had already passed since the holy barrier shattered under Ainsworth's relentless barrage of attacks.