Chapter 45 : She is Agnes
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RUMBLE! ! !
Dark clouds churned in the sky, rolling like tidal waves, casting an ominous shadow over Berlin Park.
A vast and menacing black dragon loomed overhead, its massive form blotting out the sky as it descended with an eerie, otherworldly aura.
A suffocating darkness engulfed the park, the raging winds tearing through the land with violent force.
Trees groaned under the onslaught, bending and snapping as they were ripped from the ground, while the once-lush grassland shriveled into a lifeless wasteland, consumed by the corrupting black energy.
"Worthy of being the most evil sorceress on Earth, treating people's lives like they're nothing..."
From below, Finn stood his ground, staring up at the monstrous dragon with unwavering resolve.
As a sorcerer, he could sense it—this creature was no mere conjuration. It was a manifestation of pure resentment, a grotesque amalgamation of countless tormented souls.
For centuries, Agatha Harkness had been stealing magic, draining life forces, and strengthening herself through dark arts.
The black dragon she had summoned was a product of that heinous legacy—an embodiment of suffering.