The language that spilled through Kelda's mouth wasn't Dwarvian or Elvian, it wasn't even the human dialect. It was the language that Ocean had seen in the grimoire that he had read a while ago regarding the curses and black spells.
"A Dragonling is here, hahaha, Dragon... Not an older one, but too young, too inexperienced."
[Defender of Divine Glory has assigned you a task.]
[Free the Dwarf from the demon's possession.
Reward: Trust and respect of the Dwarves.
Penalty: Death of the Dwarf.]
Ocean read the task and then opened the cell door and walked inside. With each step the pressure of his Dragon's Presence increased inside the cell.
"A possession." Ocean muttered observing Kelda.
It was a tricky thing to deal with soul curses and possession as they were solely upon the demons on whether they wanted to let go of their victims or not.
