The ghouls were immediately stripped of their movement as every trace of mana in the area was stolen by Max, greedily sucked into his mana container until the battlefield itself felt hollow. The purple ice flames feeding their bodies dimmed, the green winds wrapped around their claws weakened, and one by one, Henry's summons froze in the middle of their attacks like puppets with their strings cut.
Henry's eyes narrowed, but fear never appeared on his face. He did not step back when the battlefield went still around him. Instead, he remained eerily calm, his disgusting smile fading only slightly, as if he had been waiting for Max to reveal this side of himself from the very beginning.
"So… you're finally showing your true colors, aren't you… Max?" he muttered under his breath, his eyes fixed on the rubble slowly turning into dust.
