Material world.
Back on the battlefield where the Dark King and the Cult Leader had fought, a heavy and ominous silence had settled over the charred crater.
The land around it had been completely ruined. The earth was split open, blackened by fire and magic, while smoke rose endlessly in the air. In the distance, entire forests burned like giant torches, their flas spreading across the horizon.
Above, the skies churned with dark clouds. Faint thunder rumbled through the heavens as ash drifted down like snow, covering the battlefield in gray. The air itself felt heavy, as though the world had yet to recover from the clash that had taken place here.
Sowhere in the crater, dark shadows suddenly materialized on the ground. A mont later, a towering figure in black armor stepped out from it.
After exiting the portal, the lich just silently stood there and gazed at the dark skies. The pale green flas visible through the gap in the helm flickered softly.
"Indeed, what a waste…"
Those words couldn't help but escape his jaws once again.
What he had done was truly regrettable. But what was done could not be undone. And now, there was only one thing left for him to do…
Keep moving forward.
According to the plan laid out by Volgron and him, the Storm King should have been fighting several azirai at the mont. The lich had kept an eye on Adam throughout his life. But in doing so, he had also discovered sothing unexpected.
Edward Turner.
Despite being labeled as nothing more than a B-grade talent, the young man had advanced through the ranks at an unbelievable pace. Again and again, he achieved things that should have been impossible for soone like him.
It was obvious that he carried a great secret. And because of that, Edward had beco the lich's next best option to serve as the contender for his vessel.
He turned toward the distant battlefield, where, he believed, the Storm King was currently fighting. But suddenly, he paused.
Sothing felt… strange.
Where was the four-headed monster?
The lich turned toward the center of the crater, where his undead servant should have been. Soon, the flas in his sockets constricted.
He found the monster where he'd left it.
But he found it in pieces.
The creature had been dismbered over and over again, its body hacked into countless chunks scattered across the crater. Limbs, flesh, and bones lay everywhere in a grueso ss.
Worst of all, not a single drop of blood remained inside the corpse. It had all been drained out and splattered across the ground, staining the blackened earth.
The Cult Leader imdiately went on guard.
And it was in that mont that he felt the shift in the air. The ground beneath him trembled ever so slightly, warning him that sothing was coming
Without warning, the ground beneath the lich exploded apart. A giant blade of crimson blood burst upward from the earth like a violent tide, its edge sharp and unstable as it cut through the air.
The massive blood blade shot straight toward the lich's torso, cutting upward with enough force to split him apart.
The Cult Leader was surprised at how close the attack had gotten to him before he realized it. But what shocked him even more was…
"As I thought," he muttered coldly as he rapidly retreated, narrowly dodging the scarlet slash.
But at that exact mont, a figure suddenly appeared behind the lich, as though he had woven himself into existence at the very spot the lich had retreated to after dodging the crimson blade.
Rank 4 Spell: Amplify Gravity!
Boom!
The gravity in the lich's surroundings suddenly beca significantly stronger, causing the lich to lose balance and crash to his knees instantly. The ground beneath him caved in as his body sank deeper into it.
Rank 4 Spell: Blood Bind!
Thick crimson ropes burst out from the ground, lashing out toward the lich's struggling figure. Over a dozen of them wrapped around his legs, waist, torso, arms, and neck, tightly pinning him in place.
A mont later, the newcor stepped forward and walked around the lich. His brown eyes flickered with traces of crimson, and on his back, a pair of identical short swords was strapped. And on his waist, an unassuming-looking lantern was fastened.
The flas in the lich's sockets flared savagely as his gaze locked onto the person.
"Marden… so it was you, after all."
The Heavenly Demon indifferently stared at the lich's kneeling figure. "Where is he?" "Heh." A cold chuckle escaped the lich's jaws. "So that's it…"
Realization dawned on the Cult Leader as he finally connected the dots. "You two were working together all this ti," he continued. "You must have helped him alter the portals' rune magic."
The Heavenly Demon's expression turned ruthless as he stepped forward and delivered a solid punch to the lich's face.
"Where is he?!" He roared.
The lich's helm clattered on the ground. And yet, there was not a single scratch on his seemingly indestructible skull.
"You seem to have grown quite audacious," the lich said in a cold voice. The next mont, the Cult Leader ntally sent a command to him. But nothing happened. The flas in the lich's sockets flickered with surprise and confusion. "You… managed to get rid of the imprint? No wonder you're so bold."
"I will ask you one last ti," the Heavenly Demon's voice thundered as he began to weave hand seals. "Where is Adam?"
Earlier, when the Heavenly Demon was making his way toward the battlefield, he sensed both Adam's and the Cult Leader's presences suddenly disappear. A few minutes later, the lich's presence appeared again, but Adam's was still gone.
And sohow, the mysterious connection the Heavenly Demon shared with the Dark King had also vanished. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he could not stop himself from thinking the worst possibility.
"Dead." The Cult Leader's word sounded like judgnt in the Heavenly Demon's ears.
"He's dead."
The Heavenly Demon froze for a brief mont. But just as quickly, he discarded that possibility. The corner of his lips curled into a wicked smile, and he said:
"You think death is going to stop him from killing you?"
With that said, he quickly retreated as he cast a spell at the immobilized lich.
Rank 4 Spell: Sanguine Armory!
In the next mont, a thousand crimson weapons rained down from the heavens.
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