The Earl chanted a curse, his magic wand was not a weapon meant for killing, but when confronting evil people, punishment was still necessary, to carry out acts of righteousness.
"Ahhhh..." The encircled individuals writhed under the luminescence in the mist, feeling as if ants were biting and gnawing at their flesh, as if it were being eaten away bit by bit, causing excruciating pain that bored into the core.
These people, who normally lived by killing and plundering, found delight in the visceral thrill of seizing magical treasures and taking lives.
When it was their turn to suffer such agony, the experience induced them to scream in misery.
Seeing their painful expressions, the Earl did not soften his heart, for he knew that sparing these people might incite them to take revenge on his tribespeople.
The Earl's powerful display thrilled the Viscounts, making them realize their magic could indeed contend with the spells of the Cultivation World.
