Greg shook out his numb arm and grumbled inwardly, Follower, my ass! I'm just the unlucky bastard who got forcibly bound to her!
But he had no time to explain, nor any need to.
After a brief moment of shock and uncertainty, the hooded man's gaze grew even more dangerous and resolute.
Clearly, the fact that Greg carried the power of another lost deity only intensified his murderous intent.
"I can't let you live!"
The hooded man growled, and an indescribable spiritual pressure suddenly erupted from him!
It was no mere pressure born of power, but a corruption that acted directly upon the soul, mingled with mad whispers, twisted desires, and absolute terror!
Greg's head swam. The scene before him warped slightly, and he seemed to hear countless people babbling and weeping in madness. Invisible shackles seemed to bind his limbs, instantly slowing his movements!
"Careful! That's a spiritual erosion technique commonly used by the Fallen Mother's followers! Guard your mind!"
Nightmare's voice rang through his mind like an alarm bell.
Greg bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. The sharp pain and taste of blood jolted him alert, forcing him out of that dazed state!
Almost at the same instant, he pushed off and threw himself clumsily to the side!
Boom!
A sharp stone pillar, solid as a steel spike, shot up past his back and pulverized the thick floorboards where he had stood!
That was close!
Still shaken, Greg's eyes flashed with ferocity.
Now!
"Dark Wave!"
He hurled the inconspicuous little black dot at the hooded man, who had just finished casting his powerful spell and seemed to have relaxed slightly, certain Greg could not evade it.
The hooded man was clearly surprised that Greg had escaped the spiritual erosion. He instinctively dismissed the little black