Dazzling dragon breath gradually drew the eye beneath the no-longer-blinding golden sunlight. The power of the two Dragons left Holden increasingly unable to resist. He struggled madly, praying for salvation from the Evil God.
Yet the Evil God could not answer His follower beneath Ifrit's radiance. Isaac was hidden within the Void Divine Kingdom, and Holden had no one to aid him.
A sword that extinguished all life descended. Brandt appeared with a legendary weapon in hand, its force of destruction snuffing out the active black mist. Within Ryan's Spirit Domain, his power received an unimaginable amplification, every movement carrying all the surrounding energy with it.
Even the residual energy of the Dragons' ice and fire was gathered anew by his battle technique, providing even more terrifying destructive power.
Holden died.
This cult pope had the honor of being besieged by four legends. Without the Evil God's support, an inferior legend could not control such supreme energy.
"What a pity. That Isaac did not grant you the strength to survive. He had long prepared to abandon you."
"How wise."
Ryan came before Holden and looked down at his increasingly fading life force. Standing within the Spirit Domain, he could sense something unusual.
"He actually wants to recall your soul?"
"That's going too far. This is my domain."
Ryan reached out. Amid clear radiance, he grabbed at Holden's corpse and pulled out a twisted purple-black mass streaked with translucent light. It wriggled instinctively.
Ryan felt that this was not what a soul ought to look like.
"After being corroded by the rules of the Abyss, the vitality of any living being will be twisted, mutated, or even rot away."
"That is a land of evil."
The enormous head of the Frost Dragon Arryris leaned over, showing no interest in the twisted