58 You Donst Know the True Scheme of the World (1/2)

Christian continued his barrage of magical attacks without any hesitation as Dean dodged and danced accordingly to avoid getting hurt.

This couldn't continue on as Christian taunted

”Dance, dance like the clown you are.”

Unfortunately the provocation had no effect whatsoever on Dean as he clearly noticed the physical change of Christian that forced him to act rudely.

Pale!

His face was slowly turning to like a white sheet of paper and was lacking the natural tone of his skin.

Dean just smiled and attempted to infuriate Christian by not responding but rather focus on dodging the random attacks.

Christian expressed his annoyance at his failure to provoke Dean by using his tribute magic at a much faster rate than usual which paid off.

A small typhoon blew Dean off center allowing Christian to form a combo of attacks such as a hail of ice shards piercing open his skin.

Blood soon seeped out in a fast rate as it was dripping onto the ground and delving between the crevices of the skin.

Not allowing Dean to recover, Christian followed up with a another spell that summoned a fire ball.

Flinging itself onto Dean, it attached onto the clothes and melted it onto his skin while the open wounds flared the pain that Dean was currently feeling.

Christian tried his luck once more and summoned another spell however he only saw a beam of light that penetrated the area behind Dean.

Dean refused to end this battle in a lackluster manner and threw his polearm to disrupt Christian and hopefully grab onto one of those ice shards that could act as his weapon.

The polearm was soon sent flying and was obstructed by Christian's scepter however he definitely felt the force behind it.

A blood red aura soon crept inside his organs however Christian didn't think too much about it.

'Did he apply poison to his blade?'

He believed that the poison probably flew from Dean's blade onto him after conflicting with his scepter but it should be easily curedonce he returned to his home or visit the infirmary.

Although throwing the polearm was an effective method of distracting Christian, Dean was far too late.

That beam of light suddenly exploded into a dome of light that radiated a screeching, metallic scream that propelled Dean into the air.

His right ear drum that wasn't covered by the ground had been injured causing a small flow of blood to follow out of his ear.

Dean felt like his liver was ruptured and a rib kept on poking him as he flew through the air like a physics mannequin

'Was my life this anti-dramatic?'

Questioning his last moments Dean got devoured by the shadows of his mind.

Christian dodged the hurling body only to see Dean crashing into a tree and lay limp like a corpse.

”It's done. I did it.”