Chapter 67: Lost?
Arthur had seen demons like this before—not many, but enough to know their danger. In fact, there was a time he had one under his command. It targeted those with strong faith, twisting their devotion until it broke.
When your strength becomes your weakness.
When you begin to doubt what you once believed in.
When the light you follow feels distant and cold.
They were called Unvowen.
Arthur never imagined that one of those ancient creatures would still be alive after a thousand years. Back then, a sorceress had risen against them. She hunted Unvowen relentlessly, cutting down over a hundred of them. But her victory came at a price—her faith and her life.
She knew the truth: even Eric, the man of unshakable will, couldn’t face the Unvowen without losing his mind.
They weren’t powerful in the usual way. They didn’t crush bones or burn cities. But they could break something far deeper—your belief, your purpose. They could leave even the strongest feeling lost and abandoned by their gods.
But before Arthur could worry about the demon, he had to deal with Tantula.
"Judgment."
As the word left his lips, the skies darkened—not from clouds, but from something massive blocking the light. A colossal hand, formed entirely of surging water, took shape above them.