"You lost, Atreus…"
Damn it.
Hearing that bastard Zeraxion conclude my defeat made me furious.
If only the Black Star were still in my right palm, I would have unleashed all my dark magic to burn him to a crisp with my black flames, then struck him to death with my black lightning magic.
"At least you put up quite a fight, Atreus. You managed to summon the Great Wyvern and make things difficult for me with its deadly poison…but just so you know…I will definitely survive this poison, even if it will take some time…"
Zerasxion stood up, enduring the pain in his body.
He walked with unsteady steps toward me, still kneeling in exhaustion.
I saw his hand reach for a small knife hidden under his coat, preparing to slit my throat with it.
"You are now just a mere human, Atreus…a human with no memories of your life in Vermillion and the magical world. A human who will die if his neck is ripped open by this knife."
