At that moment, a profound and excruciating pain surged through the bandits' bodies. It was as if their very souls were being twisted and scorched from within. Agonizing wails filled the air, a chorus of suffering that echoed throughout the surroundings.
Unbeknownst to the bandits, Lyon's clap had unleashed a dark power, an infernal force that consumed their essence. Black flames erupted from their bodies, licking at their flesh and enveloping them in an eerie aura. The flames danced with an unholy light, casting a sinister glow across the scene.
The bandits thrashed and writhed, their bodies contorting in anguish as the black fire consumed them. Their desperate screams mingled with the crackling of the flames, creating a cacophony of terror that pierced the descending day.
