At the top of the temple, heat and force shook space like the trumpet of Armageddon.

Percy's Spellcannon fought against the imperious white flame that Lethel summoned. Air was swallowed voraciously and space broke down from the impossible heat of the flames. The stone walls of the tower shook but remained standing.

Outside the temple, Percy had used his customisable rewards to create a giant circle around the temple.

Its function was simple and its materials expertly chosen. Its job was to reinforce stone to its utmost limit, turning each block of stone from the temple into an impenetrable material.

His second move was reconstructing the temple to funnel heat and safely vent the incredible force of the explosion Lethel summoned. Using his civil engineering chops and supreme control of the temple, he created an upward path for the heat, then used thousands of golems casting [Tailwind] to guide the air.

The stone still conducted some heat though, and Percy created some vents on the floors of the temple.

Unfortunately for Whitemoon grunts they were still in the temple.

It was like a wave of calamity. The golems and Whitemoon soldiers froze as the ground began shaking. All of them turned towards the corridors as a sound so deafening it shook the air approached them.

The Whitemoon captain with three water tails had been tearing apart golems, then he noticed Dina's shadow hands had disappeared. And he remembered the Rank 4 Spiritmancer he came with.

The captain dashed towards the exit, but multiple golems jumped onto him and dragged him to the ground with cheery smiles.

"It's over, friend. Accept death with open arms."

"Shut the fuck up!" he roared, smashing a golem's head with his bare hands, fighting and screaming as he tried to free himself.

His voice was slowly drowned out by the screeching in the air.

Finally, the column of superheated air rushing through the corridors reached them. Some people shielded themselves, some fell to their knees, others continued fighting through the golems.

Most of them weren't even touched directly by the white flames at the center of the temple, but their bodies were ruthlessly consumed by the heat and only ash was left in its wake.

The corridor grew quiet, and all the Percy golems rose, covered in black soot, like eerie shadows.

They all looked around, only still barely standing because of the Hermetic circle that strengthened the stone of the temple.

"It worked," all the golems said at once. Then they all sighed. "It's kind of lonely now that everyone's dead."

They all began sinking into the ground, reforming in the hollow center of the temple, where Lethel had detonated the catastrophic explosion.

The brown-haired man stood at the center of the eviscerated space, surrounded by drifting ash and sparks of flame. He raised his bearded face and looked up at the still-standing temple. His clothes were destroyed.

All he was left wearing were the tatters of his black trousers. There were strange circular scars below his collarbone.

Lethel touched them with a somber look, then he tapped the ring on his left hand.

Clothes appeared in a flash of white light over his body. He stared up at the ash and resummoned his Fire Minotaur spirit, which Percy had trapped underground.

The heat generated by the spirit made the ash drift away. There was no air in the room, but Lethel could hear it rushing back into the temple to fill the vacuum. He summoned a small shield to defend himself.

It was just there to keep wind out of his eyes though. He watched his surroundings with his spirit sense, waiting for Thalos to reappear.

The man was too stubborn to die and too stupid to realise he was outmatched.

"Where are you, Perseus Amphene?" his voice rang out in irritation. "I may have failed to destroy the temple, but your parasite weapon didn't even graze me."

A Percy golem molded itself from the floor, dusting off his brown shirt and facing Lethel with a satisfied smile.

"Well, I wasted enough of your spirit energy though. And this is the final phase—you die soon. All the Whitemoon are gone, Griffon was definitely extinguished during your attack, and Sebas…"

He turned to the Basker family head. The gravity trap Percy had forced him into had been destroyed by the distortion caused by Lethel's flames.

But the disgusting bastard still lived.

The sand trembled and struggled to reform Sebas' body. Once it was done, the man stayed there, lying against the ground as he gasped slowly.

"How terrifying both of you are, Lord Lethel, Lord Perseus."

"Shut up, ass kisser," Percy retorted, irritation creeping into his voice; he hoped that Lethel's apocalyptic flames would be enough to kill the sand monster of a man.

"I'm also alive," Griffon's voice rang out as he reappeared in a swirl of black dust. He was panting and his clothes were blackened. But he was unfortunately alive.

"A separate space magic tool?" Lethel commented with a raised eyebrow. "You Whitemoon people are doing well."

"We were, until you erased my entire battalion!" Griffon roared, gripping his blonde hair. His cheerful demeanor faded and he collapsed to his knees, mumbling something under his breath.

"Your incompetent forces were unable to stop Perseus from entering the temple and reaching us," Lethel scoffed. "They will be honoured in the underworld for at least dying by my hands."

Griffon kept his eyes on the ground; if his murderous gaze reached Lethel, he would die before he knew what even happened.

Thalos also emerged from the ground as a hole opened up. His pale skin was fully healed and his long black hair fell to his shoulders in a scattered wave, grey eyes still locked onto Lethel, who regarded him with a curled lip in disgust.

"Don't think being healed will make things better," Lethel sneered. "You'll still lose, especially now that Griffon and Sebas are free."

Griffon wanted to curse the impudent bastard but he held his tongue and summoned his morning stars from his storage. They thudded against the floor with an announcement of his intent.

Griffon, still kneeling, look up at Percy with murderous intent

"We need to take Thalos alive and force the kid to relinquish control of the temple."

Sebas groaned in agreement as he rose.

"Very true, and he must return the box. It contains the precious spirit and the elixirs for Lord Makari."

Percy laughed aloud, the joyful sound filling the space as he trembled. He wiped his eyes and said,

"Thank you for all the precious info. But it's time for you all to die."

Without a single word, Lethel's Fire Minotaur charged towards Thalos, who simply stood there as a small grin grew on his face.

Then something erupted from the ground in front of Thalos, slamming into the Minotaur.

It was a massive golden scorpion; its carapace was segmented and covered in crystal spikes, with a long stinger stretching out and stabbing into the Minotaur's body.

Griffon's eyes widened.

"Spirit manifestation?"

Lethel stared Percy in the eye, a furious light burning through them. Percy glared back at him, a vicious smile on his face.

"Did you think I was bluffing?"

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