The words echoed like a devil's last testament. But Max was not the one dying today. The ones who would fall were the elves. Nobody had called for this. Nobody had begged him to go this far, and nobody truly understood why Max had suddenly decided to act with such merciless brutality.
Their power disappeared too fast.
The elven armies did not even understand how it began, only that something inside their bodies had turned against them. Their mana was slowly stripped away, dragged out through their flesh, veins, and Magic Souls as if invisible claws had reached inside and begun pulling apart the very foundation of their power. Even the emperor could not fully resist the pull. His golden light flickered, weakened, and bent beneath Max's pressure, as if the Dragon King's power was disassembling his Magic Soul piece by piece, breaking it from within and stealing everything for himself.
Max felt lonely in that moment.
