Kang Oh didn't celebrate for very long. After all, Valan was on his knees, Sraka's greatsword embedded in his chest.

"Master Valan." Kang Oh looked him over. Evil energy was spreading from the cut. "I'm going to take it out now."

Kang Oh removed the greatsword with his overwhelming strength. Then, he pulled a health potion off his belt and sprinkled it onto the wound.

However, the wound wouldn't close. Plus, the evil energy prevented Valan from moving properly.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm... ok, so go and stop... the ceremony..." Valan said arduously.

"Understood. Please rest here. I'll go and finish this." Kang Oh laid Valan down comfortably, and then turned his attention to Amak.

Despite the ruckus, Amak was still sleeping as if he were dead. The hole in the air, a direct result of Jaila's ritual, had remained unchanged too. It had gotten large enough for an adult to pass through it. How many people had they sacrificed for it to get like that?

'At least it won't get any larger.'

Today would mark the end of Jaila's ritual. Kang Oh would make it so.

"Hoo." Kang Oh approached Amak and raised Demon Sword Ubist into the air. Then, he forcefully thrust downwards.

Stab!

The jet-black greatsword...