"WHO DARES INVOKE MY NA?!"
The voice crashed through the chamber like a tidal wave of thunder, shaking the air itself. The ground trembled beneath my feet, and the mist around the grave began to quiver as if it too feared the sound.
A heavy pressure, dense, suffocating, and cold, descended almost instantly.
It was the sa kind of presence I’d felt when the Overseer appeared... only this one was more bone-chilling..
My body locked up before I could even think of moving.
All of my muscles were becoming rigid, like the air itself was trying to crush from all sides.
Making question what was happening all of a sudden.
My breath beca shallow and uneven as I forced my eyes toward the source of the disturbance.
It had said "my na," and those two words could only an one thing.
This was him?
My stomach twisted.
Lord Drugar, the very being whose rites I had just invoked without fully understanding what I was dealing with?
The Lord Drugar, whose na was uttered by every goblin with a tone of reverence.
The realization crawled through like ice.
The dark wisp atop the grave began to move again, shifting like smoke caught in reverse wind—folding, rging, and layering itself over and over until it took on a vaguely humanoid shape.
The mass of shadows pulsed, its edges fraying and reforming as though it couldn’t decide if it wanted to exist or not, a crown, jagged, ethereal, and burning faintly with violet light, resting atop its head.
The sight rooted even deeper in place.
Whatever I had called forth wasn’t so harmless spirit.
I used [Analyse], and only one na appeared.
[Drugar’s Avatar]
And the mont I saw it, every rational part of scread the sa thing as I confird my suspicion:
Run.
Whatever intention had brought here evaporated instantly.
My instincts took over, and I was already preparing to use [Warp] to get the hell out before this thing decided I was worth crushing.
But just as the skill flared in my mind, the system chid.
Ding!
[All skills have been sealed by divine entity]
My breath caught halfway up my throat.
And I whispered:
"No..."
It wasn’t just disbelief—it was a sinking realization that I was trapped. My heart stalled in my chest, my body going cold, every nerve straining as though waiting for permission to panic.
Then the voice ca again.
"Who dares invoke my na with so little of a sacrifice?"
It wasn’t just sound—it was a vibration that moved through the ground, through the air, through . The way he spoke made my insides clench. Every word carried weight, like a verdict being read.
I swallowed hard, but it did nothing.
My throat was dry, my tongue heavy.
My knees trembled beneath , the pressure pressing down harder and harder until it felt like the air itself wanted on the ground. My entire body began to shake uncontrollably, breath hitching between sharp, shallow gasps.
I could hear my heartbeat pounding against my ribs—fast, loud, and desperate. Like a drum trying to outpace the silence that followed his question.
I used [Analyse], and only one na appeared.
[Drugar’s Avatar]
The mont I saw it, every rational part of scread the sa thing—run. Whatever curiosity had brought here evaporated instantly. My instincts took over, and I was already preparing to use [Warp] to get the hell out before this thing decided I was worth crushing.
But just as the skill flared in my mind, the system chid.
Ding!
[All skills have been sealed by entity: usage unavailable.]
My breath caught halfway up my throat.
"No..." I whispered.
Then the voice ca again.
"Who dares invoke my na with so little of a sacrifice?"
The way he spoke made my insides clench, every word carrying weight, like a verdict being read.
I swallowed hard, but it did nothing.
My throat was dry, my tongue heavy, each breath rasping out like sandpaper.
The tremor in my knees grew worse, the pressure bearing down harder and harder until it felt as though the air itself wanted to force to the ground.
My whole body quaked, every muscle seizing as sharp, shallow gasps clawed their way out of my chest.
I could hear my heartbeat hamring against my ribs, frantic and uneven, like a drum trying to outpace the silence that followed his question.
I tried to steady myself, but my legs had already given up, turned to jelly beneath , weak and useless.
The weight in the air thickened, almost tangible, pressing against my lungs until even breathing felt like defiance.
My body wasn’t just trembling anymore—it was resisting, refusing to stand before sothing that wasn’t ant to be stood before.
Then the shadow shifted.
The featureless face turned toward , and though it had no eyes, I could feel it looking straight through .
"Was it you... goblin?"
The question crawled across my skin like static.
The sheer weight of his voice pressed into my spine until my knees finally gave out, hitting the floor with a dull thud.
"Yes... Lord Drugar," I managed to let out, my voice small and unsteady. "This humble goblin summoned you."
A pause followed, and then, he repeated, almost to himself, the tone low and cold.
"Humble..."
Then, without warning, his voice erupted, deep, thunderous, and violent.
"You offer bones, and you dare call yourself humble?!"
The last word hit like a shockwave.
It wasn’t just loud; it carried power.
My chest vibrated painfully, my teeth clenched involuntarily, and I could feel my bones quivering under the sound.
"Chosens...you think you can just offer crumbs and expect to obey your whims," he said, his voice dripping with anger. The air thickened again, heavier than before, pressing down on everything around .
"I should start squashing insects who believe they can take whatever they desire."
"Arghh!" The sound tore from my throat before I could stop it.
The weight bearing down on was unbearable.
My body trembled violently, bones creaking as if the air itself wanted to grind into the stone beneath.
"Using my na," he continued, voice rumbling with growing fury, "to invoke oaths and rites as they please..."
My vision blurred, black spots dancing at the edge of my sight.
I couldn’t hold on much longer; the pressure was suffocating, burning through every nerve. In a desperate rush, I forced out the words before I lost consciousness.
"What... what do you demand then, Lord Drugar?"
The mont I said it, the weight pressed down on lifted, and I collapsed forward, gasping. Air flooded back into my lungs, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my face, tracing along my jaw before hitting the floor.
Each breath ca ragged, uneven, but at least I could breathe again.
For a brief mont, there was silence.
Then, at last, he spoke.
"Hmm... let’s see."
The way he said it made my stomach drop.
There was a deliberate slowness in his tone, like a cat toying with a cornered mouse.
And I knew I’d made a mistake. I knew whatever ca next wouldn’t be good, but what else could I have done? I was seconds away from being crushed into paste if I didn’t say sothing.
Drugar then revealed:
"I demand the hearts...
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