Chapter 167 – A Dawn Without Hope
Blow after blow echoed like war drums from hell. The sky above the battlefield had turned completely black, no longer showing signs of day or night only darkness, flashes of magic, and sprays of blood.
Sylvia leapt to the side, narrowly avoiding the massive claw of the four-winged demon. She could no longer use magic her MP had been drained five minutes ago. But as an undead, her stamina remained intact. She felt no exhaustion. No soreness. No pain, even as black blood dripped from the deep wounds on her shoulder and thigh.
With a swift pull, the Chains of Abyss surged back from the ground, forming a spiraling black mass that screamed through the air toward the demon’s chest.
WHUUUNG!!!
CLAAANGG!!!
But the demon deflected it with a single swing, creating a shockwave that rippled in all directions. Sylvia was thrown backward, crashing hard into the ruins of a stone wall.
THUD!
"Ugh...!"
She coughed, black blood trailing from the corner of her lips. But her eyes did not falter. She stood once more. Though her body was covered in wounds, her cloak torn in several places, and her crown lost somewhere in the chaos she still stood.
"Form 3... Death Spiral."
WHIRRRRR!!!