The silence that followed Rhazgor’s destruction was deafening.
The battlefield—once filled with molten rivers and raging fire—was now nothing but a scarred wasteland of smoking craters and shattered stone. The air itself seemed to recoil from the violence unleashed. Seth stood in the center of it all, sword buried in the ground, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps. His body trembled violently, as if it were on the verge of breaking apart.
The Tier Five Spell had done more than annihilate Rhazgor. It had pushed Seth’s body to the very limit. Crimson Judgment wasn’t just a spell; it was a piece of Hell itself dragged into the mortal plane, and no human body was ever meant to contain it.
Blood trickled from his nose and ears, his vision swam in and out of focus, and every vein fe
