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While the two factions of the Church of Terror stood on the verge of turning their blades against one another, a sudden change immediately drew everyone's attention.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
A series of crisp fractures echoed throughout the desolated forest.
The gigantic crimson barrier surrounding the sacrificial altar had finally begun to give way.
Thin cracks rapidly spread across its surface like a shattered mirror, while the endless rivers of slaughter energy crashing against it grew increasingly violent with every passing second.
"Oh?" Mordrake slowly turned toward the altar before a wide grin gradually spread across his face. "Looks like our little friend is finally reaching his limits."
His deep laughter echoed throughout the battlefield.
The gigantic warrior casually rested his battle axe on his shoulder before shifting his gaze toward Henrick and Agata.
