He was never one to play fair.
Did they honestly expect Braydon Neal to face them head-on?
Of course, it was an ambush!
The sneak attack packed a powerful punch.
The Shadow Flying Daggers, concealed in the fabric of space-time, carried an immense amount of energy infused by Braydon.
Nine daggers materialized instantly, aiming for their first target: Benka!
The blades punctured through his chest and back, one striking from the front and the other from behind.
With a swoosh, they unleashed a torrent of searing flames, engulfing Benka in fiery agony.
"Ah!"
His anguished cry echoed.
Even as a divine, fear gripped him tightly.
The overwhelming heat surged through his body, rapidly corroding the divine pill within him—a fatal blow.
Desperate to cling to life, Benka struggled for a full fifteen minutes.
Spotting Braydon in the distance, his eyes filled with both fury and despair.