Let's Dance

After reading through his memories, Roy released his grip and tossed Velen to the floor.

Velen panted heavily. Roy's method of forcibly reading memories had damaged his mind. Even with Velen's profound command of magic and unyielding will, he had endured tremendous pressure. His head now felt as though hundreds of bells were ringing inside it.

As he gasped for breath, Velen stared in terror at Osiris, the King of Despair. He truly could not understand why he was still utterly incapable of resisting Osiris.

Over the years, Velen's strength had improved tremendously. Whether he truly believed in the Holy Light was questionable, but there was no denying that the Holy Light had granted him the power of vengeance. Otherwise, he could never have defeated Kil'jaeden in battle.

In Velen's memory, Osiris, another commander of the Burning Legion, should have been roughly as strong as Kil'jaeden. Even if he was somewhat stronger, there should have been a limit. Yet only when he truly faced Osiris did Velen realize that all his previous assumptions had been wrong.

What unsettled Velen even more was that he had never seen Osiris appear at this moment in any vision of the future!

Not only him—even Aman'Thul, Father of the Gods, had never foreseen this scene...

There was only one possibility: Osiris's power had already far surpassed their imagination and understanding. Thus, whether it was Velen or Aman'Thul, neither could see any visions of Osiris's future.

A vague suspicion had arisen in Velen's heart. That was why he looked at Roy with such shock and uncertainty, hesitating over whether he should use his own power to resist Osiris.

But Roy paid no attention to Velen's inner turmoil. He stroked his chin in thought for a while, then suddenly asked Velen, "When you first met me