The Blood Domain pulsed like a living heart—its walls a churning storm of crimson mist, sealed off from the outside world. Inside, the air was thick with power, the sky black and bleeding red lightning. Zayn floated in the center, wings of shadows spread wide, his body glowing with runes carved by pain and evolution.
Only three paladins remained.
Calrus. Two elites. All of them injured. All of them afraid.
“You’re insane,” Calrus snarled. “This realm… it’s forbidden magic. You’ll destroy yourself.”
Zayn’s voice echoed through the space, distorted, overlapped with the voice of the Devil System. “Then die with me.”
He vanished.
Appeared behind one paladin and drove his fist through his back, crushing ribs and magic core alike. The warrior let out a gasp, and then he was gone—ashes in t
