Chapter 2631: Asura
"How is he resisting my spirit attack?!" Hera’s thoughts raced in growing frustration. "He’s barely a half-moon magus... He’s not even a spirit master, is he?!"
Her hands trembled slightly. Sweat began to bead on her brow. Again and again, she tried to pierce the monk’s spiritual defenses—but his mind remained a void, serene and unreachable. No fear. No hesitation. Not even a ripple of doubt.
"Hmph... must be some hidden artifact or something," she muttered under her breath, attempting to rationalize it. "It doesn’t matter. I still have something far better to break him..."
Hera activated her power, the feathers of omniscience shimmered and swirled, converging mid-air into a glowing form. Slowly, feathers merged and coalesced, building flesh, cloth, and presence—until an all-too-familiar silhouette emerged.
Ashaka.
The elderly monk. Damo’s master.
His expression was calm. His hands were folded behind his back.
A cruel smile curled across Hera’s lips. "Be grateful... You get to meet your master again."
A ripple of outrage spread through the Earth faction. Klea stood, fists clenched.
"That witch... how dare she use the dead like that!"
But in the center of the coliseum, Damo did not flinch.
No sadness.