Chapter 75: Since he fell asleep (3)
"Retreat."
The command was immediate, and the subordinate priest began gathering his magic at once.
Whoosh!
A surge of murky, polluted magic swelled around him, reminiscent of muddy water. He began to cast a spell, intending to complete his incantation... but—
"Where do you think you're going?"
Slice!
Shhhh...!
The magic was cut off—or rather, "devoured."
"Dare to cast magic in my presence? How laughable."
It was the power of absorption. Not merely consuming mana, but absorbing all life force within range and making it his own. This was the second mystery of Lancelot, known as the "Mystery of Absorption," following its "Mystery of Flame."
Throughout history, these "mysteries" defied logic, bestowed upon those fated to walk the paths of kings and heroes. Miracles, gifts from the gods, were held in awe, and wielding just one of them was often seen as the mark of a chosen one.
And thus, the demon sword was beyond the realm of reason.