"Immobilize the beast, quickly!" Osvald shouted as he jumped on the beast's head and pressed it firmly to the ground.
Keith's men nodded and grabbed the beast by its front paws. Keith pierced the hind paws with daggers, and the beast could not move even a millimeter.
Wain smiled wickedly and approached the beast. An eerie aura emanated from him. The beast felt this was the end.
...
Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.
Suddenly something shuddered, but not in the world, but in Wain's Soul Altar. It was a dark crown hovering over the platform in the castle.
'Wow, looks like something interesting is starting to happen.' Blind Sorcerer smiled.
'Didn't it become active too soon?' Black Sun Aristocrat asked.
'No... it's fine... it's only a fraction...' Cursed Swordsman muttered.
