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An eerie aura kept spreading, filling the surrounding space with a nauseating smell.
What was it?
Death? Decay? Or the stench of a rotting corpse?
Yet strangely, deep within the Wizard God's phantom, a trace of the Plane Will's sacred aura remained.
Pale currents swirled around his body and rippled outward, forming rings of hazy substance.
In this state, the Wizard God struck Baal as extraordinarily dangerous.
"But his disgusting Undead aura is even deeper and more immense than Archmond's was. It's almost like those Skeletons we found in the Camp!" Baal felt a chill as he recalled the Skeleton he had encountered there, and the strange monster at the end.
He held out his left hand. The scales there had a distinctly whitish tint compared with the rest.
This was where that strange white fire had once eaten into him. The cells here were different from those elsewhere.
They carried a hint of death, yet were tougher.
"That Demon Sword's corruption is so powerful it has nearly transformed his entire soul into an Undead. Incredible. What exactly is it?"
Baal could tell at a glance that the Wizard God existed in a strange equilibrium.
The outer reaches of his soul had been thoroughly infected by the Undead, while the core of his soul was formed from the Plane Will. Some ingenious method held the two in a fragile balance, preventing the Wizard God from fully becoming either the Plane Will or a bizarre Undead.
But anyone who thought this was the Wizard God's weakness would be mistaken. Perhaps he wanted to remain this way.
"Hah."
"If becoming a full Undead weren't