Anson and the others stood frozen, their eyes widening in sheer disbelief as they watched the golden lance, swirling with black Stigma, tear straight through Merlin's wind-forged sword. The attack didn't slow—it kept going, heading directly toward their barrier like an unstoppable force of destruction.
A cold chill shot down Anson's spine. His instincts screamed at him, and he spun around, his voice ringing loudly.
"TAKE COVER—!!"
The moment the lance struck, a piercing, almost deafening sound tore through the air. The sheer intensity of it made everyone flinch, their hands flying up to cover their ears.
And then—
-CRACK!
The barrier shattered like fragile glass, exploding in an instant.
-BOOOOOOM!