"Haa… haaa…"
Archbishop Antonio found himself breathing heavily as his eyes keenly watched the site of destruction laid bare before him.
He had used up an absurd amount of energy in such a short span of time, which in turn tired him out. All Curses and Cursed Weapons came with a price, and they weren't invincible sources of power.
The stronger and more specific the Curse, the higher the price.
The Soul Ring burned off Soul Essence to work, and his dove scepter took up his own energy and life force. Thanks to his Curse that allowed him to absorb Souls, he was safe for now, but overusing any of his abilities would be extremely detrimental.
Antonio knew he had to end things fast.
'But… then what?' He cast a sideways glance at the two followers of Lord Mors—the Knight and the Witch—who had, strangely enough, departed from the site of explosion and were watching from a considerably long distance.
