As the elder from the magician association received the deadly blow from the Elysium elder's attack, a horrifying transformation began to take place. His hand turned black, an indication that he had been struck with the dreaded Dead air curse. If left untreated, the curse would spread throughout his body, causing it to rot progressively.
Aware of the dire consequences if immediate action was not taken, the magician association elder swiftly made a difficult decision. With a pained expression, he severed the affected limb, attempting to halt the curse's spread. His actions were met with searing pain and bitter curses towards the head of the Davenport family, as he held him partially responsible for their current predicament.
Though the magician association elder may have harbored feelings of anger and blame towards their unlikely ally, the head of the Davenport family, he understood the futility of expressing his frustrations in the face of their shared struggle. The two were now tied together like grasshoppers on the same rope, reliant on each other's strengths and unable to escape the intricacies of their alliance.
With the severed limb discarded, the magician association elder grit his teeth and focused on the battle before him.
The head of the Davenport family, witnessing the magician association elder's predicament, he recognized the stakes they all faced and the sacrifices they were willing to make in order to overcome their shared enemy.
The Elysium elder's laughter came to an abrupt halt as his eyes widened in disbelief, choking on his own words. His gaze fixated on the clock that the head of the Davenport family had produced - the legendary Clock of Dawn.
"The Clock of dawn is in your Davenport family hands, you people hide too well" Sensing the Elysium elder's surprise, the head of the Davenport family remained silent, his expression stern. He understood the power and significance of the artifact within his possession. The Clock of Dawn was a coveted treasure, known for its ability to manipulate time around the user and grant its wielder extraordinary abilities.
The Elysium elder's greedy look mirrored that of the elder of magic association, recognizing the immense potential the Clock of Dawn held. However, the head of the Davenport family's frown revealed his reluctance to employ such a powerful tool. It was clear that the only reason they would resort to using it was the Elysium elder's overwhelming strength.
Cyan, observing the unfolding scene, understood that this was the exact moment he had been waiting for. The activation of the artifact presented him with an opportunity to take full control of the situation. A surge of anticipation filled him as he prepared to make his move at the perfect time.
"bring out your hole card, this is not the time to hesitate we are no match for him imagine when the rest of his people gets here" said the head of Davenport family.
The magician association elder understood the gravity of the head of Davenport family's words and swiftly obliged. Setting aside his initial hesitation, he retrieved a crystal bead, a potent magical artifact in his possession. With a firm resolve, he prepared to utilize its power to aid their cause.
As the Elysium elder caught sight of the magician association elder's crystal bead, he let out a sharp whistle, indicating his recognition of the artifact's power. Realizing the seriousness of the situation, he prepared himself for a more formidable battle. In response, he produced a black skull, its dark aura matching the intensity of the artifacts wielded by his opponents.
Sensing the shift in the Elysium elder's energy, they frowned, understanding that they were now facing a truly formidable opponent. The aura emanating from the black skull was on par with their own artifacts, if not even more potent.
Cyan's anticipation heightened as he realized that the activation of the artifacts would provide the perfect cover for his own plans. The immense power and chaos generated by the artifact would serve as a distraction, masking the magic fluctuations that would occur during the full activation of the magic circle.
With a shared sense of urgency, each of them activated their respective artifacts, channeling their power to its maximum potential. The artifacts blazed with radiant energy, illuminating the battlefield with their brilliance. The clash of energies filled the air, creating an electric atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Cyan, once neglected, seized the opportunity to activate the long-neglected magic circle. As the power surged forth from his concentrated efforts, the three opposing forces noticed the wild fluctuations of magic emanating from Cyan's location. Their brows furrowed in disbelief as they felt the ancient, desolate aura radiating from the activated magic circle.
Unable to comprehend the true nature and potential of the magic circle, the Elysium elder and his opponents were taken aback. They found themselves facing an unexpected and enigmatic power, the full extent of which remained a mystery to them.
Cyan's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and humor as he witnessed the astonishment on their faces. The activation of the magic circle signaled a turning point in the battle, an opportunity to turn the tables in his favor.
As Cyan poured an abundant supply of magic crystals into the magic circle, his desperation grew. In a risky move, he made the sacrifice of slicing his own wrist, allowing his blood to flow into the circle. Recognizing the magnitude of his actions, the Elysium elder and his allies realized they had underestimated Cyan's intentions. Panic set in as they realized they were unwittingly becoming sacrificial pawns in Cyan's grand plan.
As Cyan uttered his prayers, a sense of doom washed over his enemies. They realized that he intended to use their lives as fuel for his own dark purposes. It was too late for them to escape the unfolding fate that awaited them. Cyan's sacrificial act transformed his blood into ethereal chains that swiftly bound and held them captive, rendering any hopes of escape futile.
"Little bastard do you think you could escape if you sacrifice us all, our clan and association will chase you down" The Elysium elder, trapped and filled with rage, threatened Cyan.
Cyan's laughter echoed through the air, tinged with pain and defiance,as he coughed up blood, "It matters not."
The sacrifice had taken its toll on him as well, causing a soul backlash that left him in dire condition.
Desperate to break free, the captives launched a relentless assault on the magic circle, pouring all their power into their attacks. However, the more they poured, the brighter the magic circle shone, becoming impervious to their efforts. Its activation was inevitable.
Exhausted and on the verge of losing consciousness, Cyan witnessed a flicker of a gentle power wrapping around his soul. It offered a semblance of comfort amidst the chaos unfolding around him. As his body disintegrated, along with the others bound by the ethereal chains, Cyan's consciousness faded away.
The path ahead remained uncertain, but Cyan was ready to face whatever lay beyond.