Chapter 32: The Harrowed Empress
Cazimir froze in place because of the whistle, which was Lyre, a unique grade artifact given to him in the beginner’s village by the elven representative as a gift.
It can stun any individual below fourth Rank for up to sixty seconds and, in just thirty seconds, summon a fully-fledged king-grade spirit with peak third-rank capabilities.
A costly one-time item made using a law crystal that allowed the summed spirit to use the law crystal energy to build a suitable vessel and aid the summoner.
It would shatter after its use, but the price was worth it to acquire more information on the Deceiver.
As the runes carved into the whistle began to glow, a thin stream of white energy rose from it, swirling upward like smoke. The whistle itself began to dissolve, its once-lustrous color fading, as fine cracks spread across its surface like a web of glass about to shatter.
The air began to stir, at first a low whistle, quickly turning into a raging howl, growing in force until it roared like a storm.
Wind coiled in spirals, devouring the surrounding mist and picking the loose stones and dust into the air as the force built to something greater.
But Vlad’s attention was fixed elsewhere, on Vel.
Vel, hovering in the distance, was showing strange changes. Her eyes, once a soft emerald, had darkened into bottomless voids.
An abyssal aura bled from her like thick smoke radiating in pulses that swallowed the surroundings. The darkness clung to her form, slowly devouring her small figure.
A chill ran down Vlad’s spine as he felt a suffocating aura, dark and gloomy, slowly engulfing him.