Without hesitation, Malachi formed a seal with both hands. Demonic energy surged through his body, and his skin gradually took on the color of sand. Fine cracks spread across his arms, neck, and face before his body began to disintegrate into countless particles.
Sand spread across the room, spreading through the corridor and slipping beneath the doors. Within seconds, the entire passage was filled with countless particles, each suspended in the air or scattered across the stone tiles. They drifted around the pillars, clung to the walls, and settled over the staircase, forming an invisible network that covered every corner of the battlefield.
Shin remained at the center of the corridor, his hand resting on the funeral lamp.
Zepar watched the strange phenomenon without moving. The Duke had expected the two disciples to attack him directly, perhaps hoping to overwhelm him through numbers. Instead, one had dispersed his body while the other prepared some unknown weapon.
