Killed Them All!

The scar-faced thief pressed forward, sensing victory within reach. William staggered, blood dripping from his lips, but his defiance was far from extinguished.

With a sudden motion, he thrust his hand forward. A dense black mist erupted from his palm, rolling out like an ominous tide.

[Devil's Mist]!

This was no ordinary fog, it was a spell William had developed using his own [Energy], designed to obscure vision and disrupt his enemies.

The scar-faced thief hesitated, realizing something was off. He wasn't just a common thug; he had mastered the thief's path, standing on the cusp of becoming a commander. But now, he understood with chilling clarity: they had underestimated their opponent.

"How is he still standing? Still casting spells after taking that much damage?" he muttered, his confidence faltering.

Determined to break through, Scarface unleashed his signature move.

[Smash]!