Chapter 188: The Abyssal Monarch
The entire fortress shook violently, cracks splintering across the obsidian floors, walls collapsing under the sheer weight of the abyssal energy flooding the air.
The laugh—deep, ancient, filled with something far beyond malice—echoed through the crumbling chamber, sending a chill down my spine.
Then—
The dungeon itself began to shift.
The broken remains of the Summoner's staff were suddenly pulled toward the ground, melting into the stone as if devoured by something... alive.
Henry and I took a step back, weapons raised, our instincts screaming at us that something far worse was about to happen.
Malakar—who, just moments ago, had been an untouchable entity—fell to his knees, trembling.
"No... No, no, no... This isn't possible." His voice was shaking. "I was the ruler of this war! I was the hand of the abyss! I was—"
A massive abyssal claw burst from the ground, impaling him mid-sentence.
SHRRRIIIK!
Malakar let out a choked gasp, his body twisting violently, abyssal energy ripping through his form, as if something far greater had just claimed him.