As the dust settled from the retreat of the Death God's Eye, Kyle's gaze shifted to the three elders of the Dark Arts Faction.
As soon as he did this, they obviously felt threatened, and they swiftly acted.
Kyle didn't move as he watched them carefully. He doesn't feel threatened by them at all after they spent so much of their Divinity to summon the Death God's Eye.
'That must've taken more than half of their Divinity.' Kyle thought.
Nonetheless, the three emitted a powerful aura as the air around them started turning cold, before turning hot again and again.
Kyle frowned after sensing this fluctuation of energy.
'They're not serious, are they?' Kyle couldn't help but step back for a moment.
With a dangerous energy, Kyle knew what was going on. It was a prelude to their final, desperate gambit.