Chapter 182
"Your end is now."
Oliver's fingers moved in a deliberate gesture, and black flames erupted, consuming the man, erasing him from existence.
Oliver sat down on the ground afterward and slowly lay back, heaving slightly. His muscles quivered with fatigue, every breath labored, as if the battle's weight still lingered.
The silence that followed was almost surreal, the echoes of the battle fading into nothingness.
The calm after the storm was unsettling, as though the world itself held its breath, waiting for something more.
Espera gathered around him as he guided it through his body, filling his now depleted reserves.
He closed his eyes and rested for a bit. A moment of peace in the midst of chaos, however brief, was a luxury he rarely afforded himself.
