The monk's calm finally shattered.
The moment he tore the snake from his wrist, his expression twisted.
And it was not in pain, but in offense.
"Impudent fool."
Power exploded from him.
Divinity roared outward like a collapsing sun. The ground around him disintegrated into powder as a shockwave tore through the battlefield.
Hundreds—no, thousands—of snakes were obliterated instantly, their bodies bursting into mist and ash.
Others were hurled across the Precious Land, smashed into cliffs, dissolved mid-coil by searing golden light.
The sky screamed.
Clouds were blown apart. Thunder recoiled.
Chiron skidded backward, boots carving trenches into stone, barely keeping his footing as blood ran from his mouth again.
But even as he staggered—he was laughing.
A low, hoarse sound.
He straightened slowly, licking blood from his lips, eyes still glowing yellow.
