"[Great soul stealing hellscape]" With a dark and eery voice the demon bellowed the command words of his prepared spell. A move that aimed to encapsulate the entire battlefield and bring a swift end to Furano's resistance.
All sapients within a several hundred metre radius were marked as targets as a black magic crest stretched out beneath them. The ground trembled as the lines of the magic crest began to glow. The ambient mana, blood residue and the thick stench of death that pervaded the battlefield was all sucked into this large crest as nourishment. Frost, Hamon and the other targets all felt their bodies freeze and their hearts tremble as the sound of distant screaming escaped from the ground, quickly growing louder and closer with every passing moment.
