Chapter 787

"Gather the dust of white bones and offer it to the God of Death!"

Following Malik's chant, black vortices suddenly appeared wherever the ashes had scattered. A dusk-like hue spread out from them, continuously creeping through the room. Before long, more than half the room had been consumed.

Of course, Evenson was secretly casting a spell, connecting to the back door he had left in Hela's prison and temporarily allowing that space to overlap with reality. What else could he do? Dress up like Briar, kneel on the ground, blow away some ashes, shout a line, and expect to enter Hela's prison? Who did Malik think he was?

Getting into a maximum-security prison required skill, after all. It was not like stealing an electric scooter off the street would get you in.

As for that ritual just now, Evenson had only done it for effect, and to make this audience seem oppressive and solemn. Well... the last part was debatable.

But Malik and Stephanie, who knew nothing about this, looked somewhat panicked. The ground where they were kneeling had already been fully consumed. Looking down, they saw what seemed like a bottomless abyss. "What is going on? What happened?"

"Please maintain your solemnity." Evenson carefully controlled his spell. After all, he was sneaking into the highest-level prison in the universe. He did not want to accidentally trigger some warning system. "You are about to stand before a god."

"Before a god?" Malik was stunned. "Could this audience you mentioned be face-to-face...?"

"Of course it is." What, did he think an audience was supposed to involve pressing his face against someone's feet? Pah, as if. "You should thank me. Presiding over this ritual takes a great deal of effort."

Malik's throat trembled. Mortals meeting gods was something humanity had imagined countless