The betrayal against Ansel and Evora's hysterical "SAVE ME" transpired in a mere instant.
The extraordinary beings, poised to strike Evora, were left utterly bewildered. Even with their vast experience, their minds struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of events.
The annihilating black radiance engulfed Evora upon her throne, piercing deeper into the blood flames, its terminus indiscernible.
Under this terrifying onslaught, capable of effortlessly eradicating any being below the sixth stage, every object within the dilapidated palace touched by the dark light vanished, as if it had never existed.
Yet, curiously... the fractured throne and Evora, half-flesh and half-bone, remained unscathed.
Crack.
As the extraordinary beings grappled with the recent upheaval and marveled at Evora's inexplicable survival, her already crumbling throne suddenly developed a network of fine fissures.
Crack, crack, crack, crack —