Having lost the control of the Herrscher of Binding, the metal chains that had tightly bound the Avatar of Death seemed to lose their life as well, naturally dissipating into nothingness.
The Necromancer's Acquiescence
Standing atop the grotesque, terrifying dragon head of the Avatar of Death, Moros let Mystic Flight lapse and stirred his thoughts.
The next moment, a hand of force condensed from pure magical energy appeared out of thin air, accurately seizing
the Herrscher Core floating in the void before him in its palm.
So the Cocoon of Finality had noticed me...
Sighing inwardly, Moros carefully put away the Herrscher Core clenched by the hand of force.
The necromancer had long been mentally prepared for the Cocoon of Finality's gaze.
After all, with the power system he wielded being entirely different from the civilizations built by generations of intelligent life on this planet, it would have been truly inconceivable if he had failed to draw the Cocoon of Finality's attention.
Still, even Moros himself had never expected that the powerful existence hidden behind the far side of the moon would cast its gaze upon him so quickly.
By his calculations, this had all happened somewhat too suddenly.
The necromancer possessed a clear and precise understanding of his own strength.
A mere demigod was fundamentally no different from an ant before an existence like the Cocoon of Finality, one nearly at the level of a Star God.
Was it the operation to seize the Dominion Theater that caught Its attention...
As a necromancer of Demigod Rank who had undergone four leaps in life level, Moros's speed of thought and calculation needed no questioning.
Reviewing and analyzing his actions over the past twenty years, he quickly identified the key reason he had drawn the Cocoon of Finality's attention.
If only