Chapter 328: Draken's Feast
The remnant of the Parasite King was pathetic.
Stripped of his Administrator crown and his stolen mana, he was nothing more than a sentient oil slick, dragging himself across the grey mud of the Spirit Realm.
He left a trail of glitching, purple code behind him as he clawed toward the edge of the abyss—the deep, dark pit beneath the World Spirit's throne that led back to the Nether.
"I... I will return..." the blob gurgled, its voice sounding like a drowning radio.
"The Abyss is infinite... you cannot kill a concept... I will regrow... I will eat your world..."
I sat on the ground, my chest heaving. The Elixir of the Archmage had worn off, leaving me with a mana deficit that felt like a hole in my gut. I couldn't lift my finger, let alone my dagger.
