Kaelithus's body crumbled into black ash, swirling into the air and dissipating into the night. Vargus stood tall over the remnants, his chest heaving with exertion but his face triumphant. He smirked, a cold satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
"Now that Kaelithus has been dealt with," Vargus said, turning his gaze to the horizon, "you are next, Aerandir."
Vargus began to stride purposefully towards the direction of the Celestial Guardians' base, his mind set on his next target. But as he walked, something strange began to happen. The air around him seemed to thicken, a dark, oppressive energy gathering in one place. The shadows grew deeper, and an eerie stillness settled over the ruins of the Abyssal Conquerors' base.
Vargus paused, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the area. "What is this?" he muttered, his voice tense with suspicion. The air continued to swirl, and dark mana began to coalesce into a single point, forming a dense, swirling mass of energy.
