"ROAR!!" The Divine Flame of the Sun clung to the wound, constantly burning EkHard's flesh.
The pain twisted his face, and his eyes turned bloodshot as he screamed in agony.
What surprised Luca slightly was that the guy didn't say a single word.
"Good, good, good. I love those with some backbone," Luca suddenly laughed, his smile icy cold. "Come on, tough guy from the Human Race, let me see how many minutes you can hold out in my hands."
A thread of pitch-black Dreamweaving power appeared at the tip of his finger.
With a casual flick, the Dreamweaving power shot into EkHard's forehead under his horrified gaze.
Jormungandr's Dreamweaving power, aside from creating beautiful dreams, had the most terrifying ability to create an endless cycle of nightmares. The problem was that the method of creating these recurring nightmares was so cruel that ordinary people couldn't withstand such torment, so Luca usually avoided using it.
