Amun Liansen felt calm as he passed through the barrier of the Semi-Plane, for all of this would end today.
"Hoffman, did you think that by cooperating with the Undead and holding the ritual in the Semi-Plane of lost souls, you could escape your fate, allowing your sinful legacy to continue?!"
"No, I will stop you! I won't let this sinful legacy continue! I will kill you and the Evil God within you!"
Conviction burned within him, and as he landed, a semi-grown child, wielding a massive Warhammer that completely mismatched his size, appeared before him.
It was the last Apprentice... Malin Gaiate.
Even in Subspace, Amun had heard this name.
Because he was the favored child of the Nameless.
How dare the old Hoffman steal such favor for his own use.
"Child, you've come to send me on my final journey."
The whisper from the soul startled Amun, then he saw a gaunt figure kneeling at the center of the Ritual Magic Circle behind Malin.
