When one says he felt a chill, Arthur grasped that feeling could only be truly known by a survivor. Because he felt real fear having Orisa’s tongue in his mouth.“Whiiiipppp!!!”Something struck Orisa’s huge frame as she gently let go of Arthur. Her reaction was not a testament that she had been broken, but rather that she needed to tend to the little pain.The liberty Arthur gained when Orisa pulled away from him allowed him to catch the breath that had been seized for so long. He looked at Orisa in fear, her yellow eyes still fixed on him. Behind her, Arthur could now see what had truly struck her.It was the three priests.All of them were now wielding ropes of their choice. Those same strange ropes. Those same magical ropes. After they struck the she-demon with them, they paused, waiting to see her reaction.But Orisa merely squatted there looking at Arthur, who wished he could disappear entirely. Then her hands moved to his face, rubbing it with a care that seemed far too intimat

The energy the atmosphere produced was an ominous one. One that Arthur's nose could clearly perceive. The night had been far spent, and the moon was full and enormous in its glory. There was fog hanging around the giant orb, creating illusions of stories Arthur was yet to grasp. A wind swept across the garth again. The lifeless bodies of humans still littered the earth. Whether Father Wills was dead or not, it was hard to tell. Had the priests been a little humbler, as Orisa herself suggested, perhaps things would not have turned out this way so quickly. “It's a huge pleasure to know that you're not actually dead. I thought the priests got rid of you. Never believed you've been trapped in that body that isn't yours. I think killing you will be a great favour to me." Orisa said. Arthur thought Orisa might be mistaken there. Because Ysolde had literally killed her father with the snap of her hands and moved with lightning speed. Watching both of them, there was one certainty: one o

With that same flash speed, Arthur was knocked deeper into the structures until he found himself inside a hall. From the huge crack in the wall, Orisa extricated herself due to her size.This clearly revealed that Arthur was actually distracted by the seductive she-demon. And it was a shame he was truly losing focus. Orisa was powerful, at least very powerful, to the point that Arthur was beginning to doubt if anyone could defeat her. Those strengths of hers were no joke at all.“Are you also a lustful wizard, Arthur? Can't you get your head into taking her down?” Ysolde asked from the mouth beside Arthur's neck.Arthur was about to answer, but he discerned that Ysolde already knew his name, which was something unsettling. Yet he needed advice because he had no tactics whatsoever to bring this thing down.“I'm not a lustful wizard. It's just that I don't understand what's going on here. I really don't know how to focus on fighting her when I actually don't have any experience in this.

Arthur was very certain he wasn't dreaming. The sharks kept lunging outward and the huge wave kept swirling toward them. The painful whip of the raindrops never stopped striking his face. But he never cared about that. He was concerned about what was underneath this huge wave.As little as Ysolde's frame was, she didn't look disturbed at all. She merely rested her hand on the wood, staring at the approaching storm."Is this how you are responding to this?" Arthur panicked at the little girl before stuffing the burnt Spellbook deeper into his shirt.Maybe the reason why he said that was because Ysolde appeared too calm for a situation like this. Like someone who knew something Arthur didn't."As a wizard, I hope you can manipulate water? Because this will be fun." Ysolde glanced back with a chilling smirk on her tiny lips."What?" Arthur gasped.That moment, the swell eventually burst and a larger shark that looked too dead to be living emerged. It crashed right into the boat.Arthur h

He was walking from a farther distance. Yes, it could be seen. From where Arthur stood, a muscled figure could be clearly seen. He looked disturbed as he paced around the amber glow surrounding his throne.Arthur watched the figure again as his eyes widened further. When his vision became clearer, he froze when he saw the color of the man. No, when he saw the frightening horns on its head.The horns should have been the least concerning part because, when Arthur fully grasped the complete image of the strange man, he scrambled to his feet. And maybe that was a huge error. He should not have stood up.The figure turned the moment Arthur rose. Oddly, the fellow carried the head of a goat and the feet of a goat. Only his hands looked somewhat human. A circular ring hung on one of his ears while he walked closer to Arthur.Arthur attempted to move, but his body refused to obey. He couldn't really tell why his jaw trembled. And truly, it should. Because whatever this humanoid goat was comi