Chapter 773: New Depravita
The middle-aged Lord stared at the Viking Empress for a long moment before reluctantly calming the immense aura that radiated from his body. Yet, he made no move to leave. Instead, his gaze slowly shifted toward Freya.
He would never dare to strike the princess with the Empress present, especially while surrounded by so many Viking warriors. But there was no need for direct attack.
Suddenly—
"Ahh—!"
A soft gasp of pain broke the tension, drawing the attention of every warrior present. Heads turned, and all eyes fell upon Freya. Her once-radiant armor dimmed. Her divine totems flickered. The burning demonic power and overwhelming psychic force that had flowed through her retreated back into the glowing orb embedded in her chest.
The transformation was swift—and harrowing.
Her skin paled. Wrinkles appeared across her once-youthful face. Her hair turned silvery gray, aging rapidly as though centuries passed over her in a single breath. The power that had made her an icon of battle evaporated. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, trembling, barely able to remain upright.
Shock rippled through the Viking crowd.
Many looked around helplessly, searching for some way to help their fallen princess. But no one moved. They could feel it—her life was fading.
The Superior Legends, watching in grim silence, revealed no surprise on their faces. They had expected this. Freya had obtained a power far beyond her limits. Such sacrifices always came at a cost.
And this time, the cost was her life.
A few of them turned toward the Empress, hope flickering in their eyes.