Medusa's chillingly icy voice seemed to be pronouncing a judgment, as a blood-red bell kept spinning relentlessly.
Louis's face grew increasingly twisted, displaying a visage of excruciating pain.
Charles extended his left hand,, as a crimson energy began to slowly coalesce within his grasp.
Before long, this energy formed into a black sphere. The sphere appeared profoundly deep, almost as if it encompassed the entirety of darkness.
"The farce should come to an end, and the spoils should be claimed by the ultimate victor." Charles murmured softly.
Subsequently, the black sphere, which had gathered its energy from blood, floated slowly above Louis's head.
In the next instant, the battlefield, like a gruesome meat grinder, began to exude the stench of blood, all of which was drawn towards the black sphere.
The deceased Zerg and coalition forces gradually transformed into ghastly white skeletons, presenting a terrifying spectacle.
