Flas enveloped the silhouette and after a couple of minutes, reduced to reveal the person standing. It wasn't quite what Northern expected to see.
It was a figure both noble and imposing. A glowing white cloak, unmarred by battle, flowed like water around his shoulders, pinned by a silver emblem in the shape of a radiant star.
Beneath the cloak, his dark attire fit snugly, practical yet dignified, emphasizing agility without sacrificing protection.
A belt with a silver crest rested around his waist, its intricate design hinting at a heritage steeped in valor. His gauntlet-clad hand gripped the hilt of a magnificent sword, its blade forged from what seed like liquid light.
The sword blazed with a golden radiance as if imbued with the very essence of a sun. Its ornate guard curved outward like the wings of a celestial being, framing the hilt in an intricate, golden lattice.
The helm he wore concealed his face entirely, its vertical slits revealing nothing of the man within. The polished steel caught the warm blue light, giving the impression of a sentinel forged from both fire and starlight.
Despite the anonymity of the helm, an undeniable presence emanated from him-calm, resolute, and unwavering.
Northern did not also rember fighting this one, especially with the sword. Maybe the person at the ti chose not to use the sword, because he was certain it would have rung a bell if he had seen the sword sowhere.
Na: [Siegfreid]
True Na: [Light of Featherstone]
Danger Level: [nil]
Void Rank: [Echo]
Void Ability: [Radiant]
Soul Fragnts: [0/1000]
Radiant: [After being reawakened by the Void, Siegfreid, who used to be an elf, has beco a Void elf. His strongest ability, Radiant, has been amplified by the Void; now he can create a stable sword of light using the ability.]
Northern slowly nodded.
'I see, so he could not do that before...'
The power of the Void was trendously boosting their innate ability, making them way stronger than they already were.
"Oh well, good thing for them they were killed by ." Northern grinned and finally moved on to the last one.
Na: The Crimson Lord
True Na: [The Plague of Blood]
Attributes: [Blood King]
Attributes Ability: [Regeneration]
Danger Level: [Hazardous]
Soul Rank: [Belial]
Loyalty points: [100/100]
Talent: [nil]
Talent Class: [nil]
Talent Ability: [nil]
Northern paused for a bit.
'Am I reading wrongly?'
He was sure he wasn't. First of all, he was quite surprised because it had only been a while since he fought and defeated The Crimson Lord, and yet it was already ready to beco a Void
summon.
But he trusted the Limitless Void as much as he trusted himself, so there was no error in that regard.
What he doubted, however, was the creature's danger level. While it was alive, he was very sure that the Crimson Lord was an apex level Belial.
He even checked and confird it! However, now, he was seeing a different thing. Sothing was suddenly slling fishy. Sothing that he felt he was bound to know more of when he began to conquer all the rifts of plagues.
Northern shoved all worries behind; he couldn't help it because before him stood a Belial Rank monster, about to beco his Void summon.
He smirked smugly at himself.
'Darn, just how more overpowered can I get...'
"Evolve right away!" With echoes of joy, his voice resounded in the Palace.
Imdiately, the last silhouette was enveloped by flas and soon, the flas subsided, revealing the towering crimson Belial.
The figure lood like a crimson nightmare given form, a manifestation of war and ruin. Its entire body, draped in flowing robes of deep scarlet, seed to pulse faintly, as if the fabric itself was alive and imbued with the essence of fresh blood.
Jagged armor plates lined its chest, overlapping like scales, each piece gleaming with a tallic sheen that caught the faintest hint of light.
The armor was carved with fine designs, etched in black, that seed to drink in the surrounding shadows.
Its shoulders flared outward, casting long, jagged shadows that swayed with an ominous grace. Beneath the flowing crimson cloak, tendrils of black extended like tattered wings, shifting and curling in an unseen wind, creating an eerie contrast against the vibrant red of its
form.
The robes fell to the ground in sharp, angular folds, trailing behind the figure as though it was gliding rather than walking, giving it a spectral, unearthly presence.
The head was encased in a smooth, crown-like helm, its surface sharp and ridged, giving the figure an air of regal nace.
From the narrow slits in the helm, a faint red glow burned like embers in the heart of a dying fla, devoid of warmth, promising only cold destruction.
Behind it hovered a faint, circular symbol-a halo not of divinity, but of dominion and dread, etched with jagged lines that pulsed faintly in tandem with the figure's movents.
Gripped tightly in one clawed hand was a weapon forged for destruction-a massive crimson scythe, its twin blades gleaming like liquid fire. The weapon was wickedly curved, its surface smooth yet deadly, as though carved from the heart of a dying star.
The central grip was adorned with strange symbols, faintly glowing, marking it as more than a re weapon-it was an instrunt of annihilation, a harbinger of ruin. Northern's eyes reflected the stars as he took in the magnifying and trendously changed appearance of the Crimson Lord.
The Void had changed so many things about the creature and made i even more imposing and undoubtedly powerful.
A grin tugged at the edge of his lips and soon twisted it; his eyes wouldn't stop admiring.
After a couple of minutes had passed, he finally got himself enough to scroll through the
informative runes of the Crimson Lord.
Na: [Crimson Lord]
True Na: [The Plague of Blood]
Danger Level: [Hazardous]
Void Rank: [Echo]
Void Ability: [The Plague of Blood], [Pillar of Defense]
Soul Fragnts: [0/1000]
The Plague of Blood: [This is the Crimson Lord's uniqueness and was so powerful the Void deed it worthy to be left untouched. The Crimson Lord can create a blood Palace with this ability, in which he fills the Palace with pillars that are fragnts of its power.]
'...just like it did in the rift...'
Northern moved on to the second one.
Pillar of Defense: [One of the fragnts of the Crimson Lord's power, can be summoned only
by the Crimson Lord and his Void Master.]
Northern sank into his seat. He suddenly felt very overwheld by power.
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