Chapter 184: The Death Of Medoran And Gresvin

Medoran snarls, throwing up a wall of molten light.

Lysaria speaks calmly: "Break it."

Gander answers without delay: "Done."

He slams his palm forward—curse-chains burst from the vortex, wrapping around the solar wall. The moment it hesitates, Lysaria's plague-laced spear tears through it like wet cloth.

Medoran barely avoids a lethal blow—barely.

Gresvin is not as lucky. A chain lashes out from behind him, laced with predictive binding. It wraps his ankle, dragging him mid-dodge into Lysaria's wake. Her palm brushes his chest—only a touch.

But curses bloom like flowers.

Tier 5 Skill: Decaymark Pulse

They detonate a heartbeat later.

Gresvin is blasted back, cloak torn, aura flickering.

He vanishes again—but slower.