Back at the base of the volcano.
The magma churned once more. Searing flames shot up, and within them, the monster's phantom materialized again.
"Nyxira, let me out! I'll destroy the invaders for you!" the demigod Orric screamed. "I swear it! I'll leave this cursed Cretaceous World and never return! Everything here will be yours!"
This was his last hope. He desperately needed the invaders to draw Nyxira's attention, to force her to divert her divine power, if only for a moment. It was the only way he could break the seal. As a former demigod, Orric had been brought to the absolute brink.
The faint demigod will that Orion had sensed in the air belonged to him—the last vestiges of his power bleeding out into the world. His body of faith had been almost completely eroded, and over ninety percent of his divine will was gone.
If he couldn't break the seal now, he would truly die in this Godforsaken Land.
The fear of oblivion drove him into a frenzy. He did not want to die.
