Chapter 662: BLACK RAIN AND DARK SKY (4)
"Come with me and I will give you the world you want. Come with me and none of them will get hurt. Come with me and everything that you don’t need to feel the pain." Decratic stretched out his hand again for Iris to take. His red eyes showed obsession. "You don’t want to see what I can do in this lifetime too, Na."
Iris stared at Decratic stretched out hand and took it. By this time, Zale’s face had turned very red and Aliana almost lost her consciousness, but she still tried to shake her head, indicating for Iris not to do that.
In a long run, Cane’s plan to involve the Serafim and the Holy Kingdom in order to protect Iris was right. No matter how many warriors he put around her, it wouldn’t work, when the creature they faced was Decratic.
As shifter, they didn’t have the capacity to counter the dark magic power that Decratic held. This instance was the perfect example for what Cane worried the most.
Unfortunately, he miscalculated the involvement of Decratic himself in this chaotic situation. None of them knew whether or not the Decratic had been revived, they could only guest what might happen, but the fact he got himself involved right now was an unpleasant surprise.
"Great," Decratic sighed when he grabbed Iris’s hand.
A smile appeared on the corner of his eyes, but it immediately dropped when he noticed something. His red eyes trailed down from her face to her flat stomach. Anger and hatred flashed in his scary eyes.
"Babies..."
At the same time, Iris used her other hand to pull a white dagger from her dress and made a slashing movement very fast. The dagger glinted in white color, as if luminous pearl was embedded inside. The light from the dagger grew stronger when it slashed Decratic’s face.
Under this dark sky and the heavy black rain, this light must be the brightest, where all of them were able to see their surroundings clearly for the first time, as if the sunlight finally graced them and chased away the darkness.
However, instead of bleeding and injured Decratic, the moment the dagger slashed him, his figure puffed like dark smoke, leaving black fog behind, which immediately washed away by the rain.