Chapter 41: The Incubus's Decree
The dust was still dancing in the air, which created a grim ballet in the golden light.
There stood, amid the absolute wreckage, Valerius Thorne.
His white velvet coat was now turned into a canvas of scorch marks.
He brushed the soot on his coat with his aura, gaining back his pristine form.
But his face was filled with ABSOLUTE RAGE!!
'I cannot believe this!! How dare that gutter-rat... A mere Goblin!!'
He unknowingly, in a fit of rage, released his aura and shattered the marble flooring surrounding him.
His usual aristocratic composure was totally shattered.
He was strong.
Definitely stronger than the "Gutter-goblin".
But, what cost him this loss was sheer arrogance.
"Pathetic," he heard a dry, rattling voice from above.
It was none other than Arch-Lich Malacor, who floated serenely over the remains of the skirmish.
His skull-head showed no expression, but Valerius could feel a mocking smirk on his skelly head.
"HA! HA! HA!"
