It wasn't a total scene of destruction, but it was close to it.
The walls had become a liquid pool of green and grey. Moss and ancient building materials mixed to form a sludge that slid off the surface like lava.
Beneath it was the Spectre Ironwraith, or what was left of it.
Half its body was now a liquid sludge of black. His metal armour, which had been impenetrable by his sword even when used with Aura, was now pasted on the floor.
One leg slid off and mixed with the liquid of the wall while its posture was frozen with one arm stretched out and the other on its sword.
Its sword clattered in the same colored vicious semisolid while everything else followed in the same slow descent off its body.
Finally, a gaping hole, the same size as his beam passed through its chest. Its edges were slipping down like slime.
A black aura siphoned out its body.
Null energy that escaped the dying fragments of a former apex predator.
Luca watched with a heavy heart.
