Chapter 77: The Most Important Sacrifice
Ambrose emerged from the frozen stillness of suspended time to find his skull cradled in the hands of a beauty with jade-white skin, just as the prophecy had foretold.
He looked at the noble, elegant beauty before him, then at the imposing death knights flanking her. Her identity was immediately clear.
"Could you be... Lady Rose?"
There was a trace of awkwardness in Ambrose's voice. He had never imagined that he would meet his most important patron under such circumstances.
So his decapitation hadn't been literal, after all... His head was simply in the process of growing back.
Black Rose smiled and gently set Ambrose's skull on a nearby table. Then, she extended a finger and pointed at one of the death knights.
Her fingertip seemed to turn into a miniature black hole. The death knight was drawn straight into it, flesh, armor, and all. Everything was pulverized and reduced to pure dark magic.
Next, Black Rose pointed that same finger at Ambrose's skull.
The dark magic unraveled into countless filaments that wove down his neck. Ambrose felt an itching deep within him as new bones rapidly formed, aided by the dark magic. In moments, he had regained his skeletal form. He was far from peak condition, but he could already exert perhaps forty percent of his former strength.