Nyzzorrak's expression twisted with rage. "Since you dare to interfere in matters that don't concern you… none of you are leaving here alive!"
His gaze snapped toward Avarielle, only to notice the smile on her lips.
Was this… a trap from the beginning?
No. It couldn't be.
If it were, they would've ambushed him immediately. There was no reason to waste time with theatrics and delay.
But slowly, he realized the truth.
That goddess had somehow gained the allegiance of an unknown number of powerful Spirit Beasts.
"Tsk, tsk. A vermin from the Material Realm dares to challenge us," Jaros said, his tone heavy with disdain and irritation. "You should be grateful we weren't allowed to kill you on the spot."
The pressure inside the watery prison intensified, beginning to crush Nyzzorrak's body.
Nyzzorrak stared at him with intense fury.
The intensity of the flames increased. Inky black strands began dying the flames, saturating the water with an inky black colour.
