Chapitre 151: HORDE THUNDER CLAP

From atop the building, Bong Me-Eon watched the battlefield unfold like a twisted play, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile.

"Ah, so that's what you did," she mused quietly.

"You used sheer force to blow the spores away."

Her tone was amused, but underneath seemed to have a calculated edge to it.

She was impressed with Orc's raw, brute strength, but she wasn't about to let him undo her work so easily.

Her hand slowly rose into the air, fingers tracing the space above her as she whispered an incantation.

The air around her grew cold again, the dark aura seeping from her once more as if the very essence of death was manifesting from her fingertips.

The sky seemed to dim slightly as her magic coiled, waiting for her command.

"EPHEMERAL DEATH SPORE," she declared, her voice slicing through the air like a crack of thunder.