Chapter 492 Retreat

Power was a curious thing, an abstract concept that obsessed many. From a certain point of view, power was nothing more than an illusion. At least that was Graham's case, who was considered someone powerful and had been reduced to a bloody mist.

Standing mere feet from the bloodstain that once bore Graham's name, Desmond was accompanied by a highly vivid mana construct. A gigantic water snake whose scales looked incredibly realistic and whose expression was eternally hungry.

Just from the mana fluctuations that made the air around it reverberate, anyone could tell the terrifying destructive power that the colossal-sized snake had. It took Desmond over three months of effort, but he had finally replicated the ability used by Armony, although it was still significantly weaker than the original.