Caspian staggered back, sweat dripping down his temple.
He had taken out Marcus.
But the battle wasn't over.
And they knew it.
Seraph was still up—though barely.
Aegis had one capsule left.
Varren was still standing.
And Zane—
Zane had just finished charging his next spell.
Caspian felt it before he saw it.
A deep, throbbing hum in the air.
Zane's hands glowed with pulsing arcs of red and violet.
Explosive Convergence—Second Release.
And it was aimed at him.
Caspian barely had time to react before Lyrius shouted—
"Move!"
The battlefield erupted in a blinding storm of fire.
And everything turned white.
[Caspian Eliminated]
Caspian was gone.
Lyrius Ryder stood frozen, the battlefield spinning in his vision.
He was supposed to be the strongest.
He was supposed to last until the end.
And yet—he was the first to fall among them.
A hollow silence settled in Lyrius' chest, anger twisting with disbelief.
