The Final Gamble
"[Abyss Dominion]."
Darkness erupted upward.
Every falling lance entered the expanding sphere—
And dissolved into nothingness.
The entire attack disappeared before touching the ground.
Even Alibaba remained silent for several seconds.
Victor lowered his scythe.
"You've lived for over a thousand years."
"I expected something more interesting."
Alibaba's emerald flames flickered violently.
"...Interesting."
Without warning, dozens of new magic circles appeared behind him.
Unlike before...
None of them attacked immediately.
Victor narrowed his golden eyes.
For the first time since the battle began...
Alibaba wasn't using ordinary offensive magic.
He was layering spells together.
One after another.
One upon another.
Each magic circle rotated at a different speed.
Different colors.
Different runes.
Different elements of death, frost, darkness, decay, and cursed mana intertwined into a single terrifying formation.
Victor's smile widened.
