The interruption of the ritual inflicted great damage on Abraham; according to his original plan, his consciousness and soul would enter hibernation, before being catalyzed to maturity by the dual effects of the Pale Blood and Cassandra's Life Essence.
Under their influence, his carefully cultivated body would be accelerated to an adult stage, thus able to accommodate his soul and maximally retain his strength.
However, now the child in Cassandra's womb had only grown to the equivalent of about ten years old, without having matured in physical strength.
What's more, Roger was crazily absorbing energy.
He was even faster than him by a fraction.
"Puchi!"
Cassandra's belly was torn open from the inside, and a child covered in mucus with a purplish-black body stretched out a sharp hand.
"Kill him, kill him for me!"
Abraham shouted loudly.
The footsteps in the corridor grew denser, followed by several distorted monsters rushing over from afar.
