"I already finished what you started. The war is over, and everything ended well. It is now time for you to die."
The moment Liam finished talking, a few sparks started coming out of the tips of the ice spears as if they had almost succeeded in taking down the barrier.
Liam's grin widened.
As if unaware of the reality unfolding around him, the Oracle was still in his own world.
"What about injury? How did you treat it? Are you no longer held back by it? Did this happen in the nether dungeon? Is that soul trinket you are wearing around your neck also obtained from the same dungeon?"
"Hmmm… you are too nosy, aren't you?"
The sparks started buzzing louder, and the ice spears were inching closer.
One of them snapped, and the Oracle finally came to his senses. He turned his head to his left and then to his right, realization of his current plight dawning on him.
