"Damn this mission! This system is completely screwed up!" he shouted.
His breathing was ragged. His hands trembled. But at this point, using the scroll was better than dying with it unopened.
With gritted teeth, he yanked the string loose, tore through the wax seal, and unrolled the scroll in front of him, aimed directly at the oncoming alien horde.
Crackle!
Then, the moment the scroll activated, a violent surge of lightning exploded forward like a raging storm. The entire alien army in front of him was obliterated—not blasted, not thrown, but reduced to nothing, not even ash.
The force was so intense it knocked him two steps backward. He instinctively swept the scroll from one side to the other, trying to steady himself, only to watch in stunned disbelief as the arc of lightning followed his movement, wiping out every single alien within range.
Silence fell. The battlefield was empty.
No bodies. No blood. Just scorched ground and smoking air.
