"No, no, no. I think you've misunderstood something. Don't lump me together with those idiots who vent their power like beasts whenever a deal falls through. I am Sithorn. Every one of my bargains is entered into voluntarily, never through coercion." Sithorn raised a finger and gently wagged it.
Although Allen had displayed considerable hostility, Sithorn remained composed and elegant, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.
There was no doubt that, for this ancient being, the appearance of this young man had shattered many of his established notions.
That ability to cross any dimension without restriction, in particular, was exactly what Sithorn had always dreamed of obtaining.
"Voluntarily? Just like this cursed world that's about to be destroyed?" Allen sneered sarcastically.
Sithorn spread his hands unconcernedly and explained, "I told you before, this world becoming what it is now has no direct connection to me. On the contrary, the seeds of the curse were planted by this world's humans themselves. All I did was lend them a little power according to our agreement."
"But now, that cursed seed has grown into a towering tree, and this world is beyond saving. Whether you admit it or not, its destruction stems from your powerful Dark Magic." Allen stressed meaningfully.
Magic had never been the strongest among his many powers.
But after studying in both Type-Moon and Overlord, the knowledge he had accumulated, along with his understanding and application of the World of Warcraft magic system, allowed him to roughly judge the state of the world beneath his feet.
Whether it was the countless Curse Monsters or the decaying stench emanating from the world's core, both showed that it had been thoroughly saturated by the power of Dark Magic.
As the source of Dark Magic, Chthon's power far exceeded most people's imagination, even touching