Wayne curled his fingers, mimicking the action of drawing a sword. Thick death energy spread outward, and grey mist swept away the waves of white foam surging toward him from all directions. Death had an elemental advantage over life, so death magic was able to erase the foam created by life magic with remarkable efficiency.0

(一`´一)0

What’s going on? I haven’t even drawn my sword yet!0

Have I gotten this good?0

A man wearing a greasy white robe emerged from the void. Planck held a pendant of death in his hand, the grey mist swirling around his body and condensing into a pale skull above his head.0

Gods were not tools; mixing faiths came with a price. The hand holding the pendant had turned to bones, and his face was shrouded in death energy.0

Wayne had to wonder if Planck was doing it on purpose, interrupting his transformation twice. He was lucky that Planck had arrived just in time, though. Otherwise, Wayne would’ve drawn Shadow Nightmare and blown his Death Knight cover—now that would have been a headache.0

“I told you, as long as I’m here, no one will hurt you.” Planck grinned at Wayne, never missing a chance to earn brownie points. He turned to Sidney with an icy gaze, looking at the man who had become possessed by the Lord of the Void. He shook his head with guilt. “I’m sorry for being late, Sidney, but don’t worry. You have a long life ahead of you yet. I’ll cure you no matter what.”1

“Damn bastard!!” the Lord of the Void cursed, raging at Sidney’s incompetence...2