“You foolish, arrogant barbarian!” the dark mage sneered at Ketal’s relaxed demeanor. “Let’s see how long that confidence of yours lasts! Come forth! Fragments born from twisted darkness! Gather here, and take form!”0

With a crack, space tore open, and fragments of shadow crawled from the darkness, quickly coalescing into a tangible form.0

“No…” The faces of worshippers offering prayers inside the holy land turned pale at the sight.0

Ketal whistled in mild appreciation. “That’s quite big.”0

The gathered darkness formed the shape of an enormous giant—so huge it easily rivaled a small mountain.0

“Hahaha!” Bursting into hysterical laughter, the dark mage glared widely at Ketal. “We’ve already been informed about you, barbarian! Perhaps your strange nature gave you some advantage against our great demons, but that’s as far as you’ll go!”0

Indeed, Ketal had previously endured the authority of severance with nothing but his physical prowess, clearly demonstrating some extraordinary ability beyond comprehension. Yet, at the same time, it revealed an obvious limitation.0

“Your strength is confined strictly to your body!” the dark mage yelled.0

Ketal was unable to use Myst. Although undeniably powerful, his strength remained...0