Death and destruction.
Theron hadn't known how power an Arcane Resonance was before he stepped foot into this battle. But the moment he felt the roots streaking through the air, he knew that a Thistle would stand no chance against him.
It felt like he could control all the Water Mana for dozens of kilometers with ease. It wasn't that his Third Eye's range had become wider, but instead that its load for completing the same tasks had significantly weakened.
Even Water Mana trapped in another form wasn't above being snatched away by him.
Maybe if the Thistles had a stronger Bloodline Resonance, they would be able to to fight back…
But they didn't.
They fell in batches of dozens, and Theron didn't even cast a single spell. He wielded the Water Mana like he was doing party tricks, his thoughts moving as smoothly as his kills.
Anyone he wanted dead would fall. There would be no other chance, no hope to reverse.
He spoke, so it happened.
