The amount of mana that Matheus placed in a fireball in his hands was simply insane; it looked more like a black hole than an actual spell. He didn't even know how to stabilize the spell, but it wasn't necessary—the amount of mana was so overwhelming that it surpassed the need for any technique, and there was no mage capable of rivaling him in this place.
The fireball was tearing through space for dozens of billions of kilometers. Kayden could feel his body melting even at such an absurd distance. Not only that, but his soul was being burned little by little, and to make matters worse, he hadn't even received the attack yet.
"Goodbye, demigods and magicians of the tenth realm. You can go back to the hole you came from," Matheus said without any fear. Then he turned to Kayden. "And you will pay for your sins."
The attack came at high speed…
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
