Dying...

A congested mass of dark miasma began to build up in the skies above.

The small traces of miasma quickly and effectively expanded at speeds that had already surpassed the speed of sound one hundredfold!

Azmond had completely forgotten about the animosity that certain beings beyond the heavens still had for him…

Nevertheless, it was already too late for him to realize that now…

The large mass of miasma had already reached its peak. And the result of it reaching such a stage was a lightning bolt the size of a small asteroid beginning to form.

A strike of such immense magnitude that it could devastate everything within a ten thousand-mile radius was abruptly launched in Azmond's direction.

By the time he realized what was coming for him, he had a decision to make…