Chapter 693: Legendary Tier Spiritual Pressure
The two Legendary Voroe—one resembling a wingless ice draconic and the other a grotesquely mutated humanoid with elongated, blade-like fingers—were momentarily taken aback by the sudden surge of willpower erupting from the human forces of Graecia.
From the depths of their cold, twisted hearts, they had expected the humans to crumble under the weight of despair. The sheer presence of two Legendary Voroes should have shattered all resistance. They had believed fear would drown out every last ember of defiance.
But it hadn’t.
Because of one voice—his voice.
The words of the Depravita of Wrath had somehow reignited their fire. Rather than falter, the humans fought harder. Their formations tightened, their spells surged with fury, and their hearts—already heavy with grief—now blazed with a desperate kind of courage that no monster could predict. It was maddening.
The Voroe didn’t show it on their expressionless faces, but they were tired. Exhausted, even. The battle had dragged on far longer than anticipated, draining them more than they cared to admit. Their energy reserves were depleted, and a drawn-out fight was not to their advantage. They needed an end. Fast.
Fortunately, there was a simple way to shift the tide once again. Since the humans had drawn strength from the Depravita’s promise, then witnessing his annihilation would surely snuff out their hope.
If they saw his broken corpse—if they saw that even he couldn’t stop what was coming—they would know the futility of their resistance.
Without a moment’s hesitation, the ice draconic and the bladed humanoid turned their eyes toward the dark cocoon in the distance—the place where the Depravita of Wrath, was preparing whatever final gamble he had planned.