Feeling the destructive aura emanating from the body of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, Avin's face grew unsightly; he hadn't expected the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts to be so decisive.
Once he realized that escape was impossible, he chose to self-destruct without a moment's hesitation.
He didn't give those present a chance to continue whittling him down.
If the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts had managed to self-destruct successfully, the protective magic array set by the Royal Mage Corps would have stood no chance against it.
Although Avin was confident he would survive, at least half of Bright City would be destroyed.
"Fran!"
Without regard for anything else, Avin shouted towards the Judgement Flame above.
Fran naturally noticed the action of the Master of Ten Thousand Beasts, his brow slightly furrowed as he raised his wand as if to do something.
