Twilight of the Gods!

Temple of the Three Goddesses.

The Saint King, who had quietly made his way here beneath the moonlight, pushed open the gates.

After passing the verification of the defensive Magic Formations, he stepped inside as the surrounding air rippled like water.

Hiss...

Under the bright moonlight, the rustling sound of scales scraping against marble echoed out.

Hearing the movement, the massive purplish-black serpent emerged from the cool shade behind Medusa's statue, shrank its body, and affectionately rubbed against its creator's hand.

Samael patted the little fellow on the head and smiled faintly.

Then, recalling a secret ritual from his previous life, his expression turned cold and solemn. He raised his right hand, extended it straight forward, and curled his fingers into a fist.

His fingertips pierced his palm. Driven by his will, the falling divine blood formed obscure and profound runes, becoming scarlet ink across the floor and constructing an intricate circular Magic Formation.

Sensing a trace of resonance in the unseen, the ancient serpent seized the opportunity. Following the guidance of the Authority of Destiny, his lips moved as he chanted divine words.

"Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill.

Repeat five times.

Yet when filled, it is time to abandon.

I proclaim:

Let your body heed my command, and let my fate be with your sword.

Let the blood pact be the medium. If you are willing to follow this will and this principle, then answer.

I swear here:

I shall accomplish all the good deeds in this world.

I shall eradicate all the evil deeds in this world.

I am the cause of the past, the fruit of the future, the one who pries at destiny. You, wrapped in the seven heavens of the three great Words of Power, come forth from the Wheel of Restraint, guardian of the