Chapter 253 (2): Spoiled Pride Will Soon Lead to Ruin
After a while, Senna straightened her clothes and tucked a disheveled lock of blonde hair by her ear, her face icy as she waited for her faith to continue speaking.
“I’m a free mage with many faiths. The three goddesses of the Life Alliance, the Goddess of Darkness, and the Goddess of Death are all my teachers. I’ve shown them all a certain degree of respect.”
While Wayne was boasting, he noticed Senna’s haughty scowl. He grabbed her collar and pulled her close.
Why are you acting all high and mighty when you’re only my underling?
Senna’s breathing quickened uncontrollably, sweat beading on the tip of her nose. She bit her lips with shame and anger flooding her heart.
That’s more like it! Wayne released her, satisfied. With a wave, he pulled out a knightly greatsword from thin air.
Senna gulped, taking two steps back instinctively. “Death Knight’s Shadow Nightmare... Why do you have this divine artifact?”
She suspected it to be a fake, but the tranquil aura of death stung her skin like ice, proving it to be the real deal. Moreover, this was her dark domain—her territory, yet she felt no spatial fluctuations through her thoughts, indirectly proving that the sword wasn’t hidden in Wayne’s personal storage.
“Kekekeke—”
Wayne transformed into the Death Knight, white light flickering in his skull. His tattered cape of Death morphed into grey tentacles, wrapping around Senna’s arms and corrupting them to ash.
Her severed arms regenerated. She wanted to fight back, but couldn’t strike at her faith. Unless Wayne permitted it, she couldn’t even touch him.
“This is a possibility granted by the original bloodline. The goddesses may ignore ordinary people like you, but I’m different. They favor me.”