Faced with the World Tree's questioning, Netherworld felt as though his head were about to split apart.
The worst-case scenario had happened.
Wraith had already been parasitized and controlled by that monster. He had now become the monster's puppet.
"Patriarch, our Gloomhaven Tribe is now the Federation's foremost race. Even that old relic, the World Tree, is no match for us." The parasitized Wraith Dominator continued to shriek.
As he shrieked, his body twisted. Crisp cracking sounds rang out incessantly from within him, while slender blood-red arms continuously stretched from his body, making him look like a demonic Thousand-Armed Guanyin.
"Bastard, wake up!"
Netherworld turned and roared furiously. His body abruptly expanded until it matched the Wraith Dominator's size, and he fiercely swung his bloody claws.
Bang!
A thunderclap-like blast erupted through the air. Gloomhaven World's fragile space instantly shattered into butterfly-like fragments under the collision between the two Dominators.
Had the Dominator of Netherworld not held back that blow out of consideration for this being his home world, the entire Gloomhaven World might have been shaken—or even shattered—by it.
After the strike, Netherworld stared at Wraith in astonishment.
His furious blow had actually been blocked by Wraith with ease.
"Patriarch, why are you hitting me?" Wraith's voice sounded like ghosts wailing, making souls tremble. "I succeeded. I broke through that boundary too.
"From now on, the Natural Federation will be the Gloomhaven Tribe's Federation!"
"Shut up!"
At Wraith's words, fury surged through Netherworld once more.
What Wraith was saying could not possibly be his true intention. Wraith had always been mild-tempered. Otherwise, he would not have spent so many years as a Dominator assisting Netherworld, the patriarch, without a single complaint.
The fact that he was saying such things now could only mean that his mind had already been