An endless pursuit of power, growth at any cost.
Angel had to admit that in this Mirror Wraith, he saw a faint shadow of Mandhaila from the Black Castle. The only pity was that it did not have Mandhaila's luck.
Mandhaila had been struck by a White Light Bullet from the Prelude of Reincarnation, allowing it to recover a sliver of reason from chaos. Even if that reason was mad and bloodthirsty, for an undead like Mandhaila, it was still a qualitative leap.
If one merely pursued power blindly without the wisdom to match it, even wielding one's own strength would be chaotic and without method. That was the difference between the Mirror Wraith and Mandhaila.
Still, the Mirror Wraith achieving this much had already surprised Angel.
Looking at the enormous special undead that had grown as large as a small mountain, anyone else—even a formal wizard—would likely find it terribly difficult to deal with. But unfortunately, the Mirror Wraith had encountered Angel.
In the distance.
The Mirror Wraith hunched over and thrust both hands directly into the underground altar.
Thick black mist spread out like a wall, directly enclosing the altar. The black mist piled higher and higher, as though a Black Mist Tower had been cast upon the flat ground.
Whoosh—
From within the tower forged of black mist, the Mirror Wraith extended its enormous, terrifying head. Threadlike black qi coiled around it as it opened its huge mouth and sucked fiercely in Angel's direction.
The powerful suction instantly overturned the pitch-black lake water, drawing it into its huge mouth like crashing waves.
Angel too drifted with the surging lake water, "riding" the waves toward the Mirror Wraith's huge mouth. But upon closer inspection, one would discover that the Purification Field around Angel remained utterly still; not a