"…Then I'll bury it with the rubble."
Nathan's sword arm twitched slightly.
He was done waiting.
He was going to blow the entire lighthouse to pieces.
Nathan summoned his dark magic.
It coursed through his veins like a shadowy tide, wrapping his limbs in a shroud of pulsing black energy. The ground beneath his feet cracked slightly under the weight of the mana he exuded. This was the most efficient path forward—unleash the darkness and end this swiftly.
But just as he advanced, something unseen pushed against him.
Nathan's body rebounded sharply, crashing into an invisible wall of force. He slid back a few feet, his boots scraping against the stone floor. His white hair fluttered slightly as he came to a halt, narrowing his gaze.
"Odin's Eye," he murmured.
