The magic array of Gloomyland finally dimmed.
The flesh that was once fresh had begun to emit the stench of decay, merging together and slowly turning a deep red.
The summoning had failed; Zariel had not given any response at all.
Withered Rose tried again, but the end result was the same. Zariel simply didn't give them any chance, not even a thought's presence.
After two consecutive failures, Withered Rose dared not truly place Melina at the center of the summoning circle; she truly feared that Zariel would suddenly descend and swallow her daughter as a sacrifice.
In this moment, Aige and Withered Rose both acutely felt the gap between themselves and Amberser.
Don't be fooled by the Lich's usual eccentricities, but facing Deities, he truly had a knack. No one could match his genuine lack of reverence for Deities.
And precisely because of this irreverence, Amberser was more able than others to grasp these Deities' weaknesses.
