I glanced back and gasped.
Kael, cloaked in blinding mana, charged like a natural disaster. He wasn't running anymore; he was practically flying low to the ground.
'He's coming.'
I stopped running. I slammed my heels into the dirt, skidding to a halt.
I reached into my pocket.
My last shell.
The [Mana-Conductive Silver Slug].
It was a custom round I had saved for the Boss Battle. A bullet carved from pure mythril-silver alloy, designed to disrupt mana flow upon impact.
I dropped it into the chamber.
CLACK.
"What are you doing, Lucien?!" Kael roared, leaping into the air.
He was twenty meters up, suspended in the sky like a descending god.
"I'm right here!" I shouted back.
"Prepare yourself!"
As Kael raised his sword, a chilling sensation made his skin crawl. The sense of death.
The aura around his sword condensed. It wasn't just a slash anymore. He was pouring every drop of his remaining mana into the earth-shattering technique he found in the tomb.
