Chapter 10: Reliving the Nightmare
On the surface...
The fight between Drakas and General Genevieve had reached a point of no return. Drakas, realizing that he couldn’t win against her because of the difference in strength, immediately unleashed a counterattack by sacrificing one of his minions.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion reverberated across the sky. General Genevieve was blasted by the force of the explosion, causing her to retreat to a safe distance. Fortunately, she sensed the threat ahead of time and managed to put up a barrier to negate the impact. Otherwise, even if she didn’t die from the full brunt of the attack, she wouldn’t have been unscathed either.
Drakas seized the opportunity to chant his spell swiftly and clapped his hands together as if praying, intending to activate the ritual in the hidden chamber.
—The trump card that he had saved up for emergencies like this.
Black fog surged, covering his entire body. Whispers of hell filled the void with countless voices overlapping to create a cacophony of dread that would send a chill down those with weak mental fortitude.
"Genevieve, playtime is over. You’ll soon be meeting the king of hell."
From the cocoon of the black fog, Drakas confidently declared as if he had already achieved victory. However, after waiting for a long time, he felt nothing. He couldn’t feel any connection to the ritual he meticulously set up in advance.
"Why isn’t it responding?"
Drakas was puzzled that his meticulously crafted ritual diagram failed at such a critical moment, but he didn’t lose hope right away. With an unrelenting resolve, he sensed the core of the ritual and tried to activate the ritual diagram again, but he still received no response.