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Lorenzo shot up from the bed. With terrifying force, he repelled Karnak, sending him stumbling backward.
Karnak scowled. The man had been completely restrained. He shouldn't have been able to move, let alone exert such immense force. The reason was obvious.
"Tch. Necromancy, of course," Karnak said in realization.
Darkness was now seeping from Lorenzo's body as he stood upright. His entire body swelled grotesquely as he transformed. Horns and tentacles sprouted from his flesh, his eyes gleamed in a violet glow, and elongated beast-like fangs jutted from his mouth.
Serati complained telepathically as she pouted and raised her sword.
—You never mentioned this, Lord Karnak. Didn't you claim that, in your prime as the Monarch of Death, no necromantic technique could escape your eyes?
"That was back then, back then." Muttering in frustration, Karnak narrowed his gaze at the opponent.
The bizarre aura radiating from the creature was something he had encountered before. It was eerily similar to the twisted power of Bishop Straph, the corrupted priest of Hatoba who had once lurked in Trist City.
It was a chaotic fusion of necromantic energy and divine power. Despite having examined the man carefully, he hadn't noticed any...
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