Sloane's thoughts were submerged in an instant.
The black mist around him had come from Hades. It was proof that he was Hades's Chosen, as well as a protective artifact bestowed upon him by Hades.
After all, the Underworld was filled with far too many dangers. He was merely a demigod-level Lich; one careless mistake could see him become some Underworld monster's meal.
Yet even a divine artifact of Hades could not allow him to resurrect without limit.
Forget forty-eight beams of moonlight—even eighteen beams would have been more than he could withstand.
At a certain moment.
Sloane's mind completely descended into chaos.
The black mist no longer appeared.
Yet the moonlight in the sky continued to fall.
Dark's gaze could not help but settle on the [Ammit] swimming in the Styx.
A sudden urge to hunt it rose within him.
However, having been tempered by experience, he was not controlled by such a minor impulse.
Killing [Ammit] might yield some kind of divine material, but it would also, without a doubt, draw Osiris's attention.
He would not become so arrogant from easily killing a mere demigod-level [Lich] that he dared contend against a god like Osiris.
He had already achieved today's objective. There was no need to invite further trouble.
Only after putting it into practice did he discover that this [Underworld Duel] was practically tailored for him.
[Moon God's Arrow] with one hand, [Moon God's Eclipse] with the other—even the most powerful magisters could only be reduced to ashes beneath the endless moonlight.
Dark then shifted the moonlight's point of impact onto the tray opposite him, preventing it from shining into the Styx and provoking [Ammit].
Immediately afterward, he followed through with his earlier plan and repeatedly recited in his heart the things he wanted.
His opponent was