Morvex's face went deathly pale.
His final trump card—neutralized.
And in that fleeting moment of vulnerability—
A blazing holy sword, forged entirely from pure undead flame, materialized in front of Phoenix Queen Ignara.
The blade streaked through the sky like a meteor tearing open the heavens.
Morvex didn't even get the chance to react.
The sword cleaved straight through him, clean and merciless—severing his head from his body in a single, decisive strike.
But the battle wasn't over.
The four queens didn't stop.
They kept channeling their power, hammering what remained of Morvex's body with relentless force.
Flesh disintegrated.
His energy core shattered.
The lingering traces of his soul were torn apart, purified until not even a whisper remained.
Only when there was nothing left—no ripple, no anomaly—did the four finally withdraw their power.
Ethan let out a long breath.
The system interface showed nothing. No life signs. No residual energy.
This time—
