With a boom, the final door opened.
"You lowly human! Do you realize what you've done? You've ruined my entire plan!" Yenika shouted furiously the moment he entered.
He had reverted to his elderly appearance, with graying hair, a face covered in wrinkles and age spots. He even looked a few years older than before!
What he had regained had been snatched from his grasp once again. The loss nearly drove him mad!
By now, he understood exactly what had happened.
The power he had recovered was being drained away by the distant portal!
Through the corridor, he could see the hall beyond. On its altar, a portal shrouded in white light seared his eyes!
He had known all along what would happen once the altar was activated.
If he had stabilized the power within him, even opening the portal would not have cost him the divine power he had regained. But now, everything was ruined!
He could feel the altar frantically draining his power, while the dark divinity began devouring his life instead.
"You're not a mortal, are you?" In contrast to his fury, a young figure lightly descended from the altar, walked over, and stood before him, asking the question calmly.
Romon's relaxed manner and calm bearing stood in stark contrast to Yenika's raging fury.
"Of course not! I am Yenika! You lowly human! You'll pay for what you've done!" Yenika shouted at Romon, his voice filled with regret.
He hated himself for that sudden whim to make use of Romon. Without it, his plan would still have succeeded. Why had he paid such a terrible price?
Three hundred years ago, he had lost almost all his power. Through painstaking accumulation, he had finally reached the threshold at which he could restore his divinity and assimilate the divinity