XXXIX

Chapter 39: Soft-hearted Cahill

A blue magic circle representing the water element appears in front of me and I channel as much mana as safely possible into it in mere moments before releasing it.

"Water Arrows." I spit as thirteen arrows arranged un the pattern of a crescent moon fly towards a figure behind me, sending him flying a few meters back and into a gold-plated pillar.

*Bang*!

Before long, an axe with white crystals on its blade follows after my attack, lodging itself in the middle of the emperor's chest.

"Cries of the Lightless Night."

At Witsel's behest, all shadows in the room converge into one, forming a being that looks no different from a literal big baby.

It is about seven feet and a few inches tall and made up entirely of darkness.

The sound of a baby's cry can be heard as it runs towards the emperor and brings down its huge fists on the crowned man repeatedly. Like a baby throwing a fit and shaking its fists and toys randomly.

*Bam*! *Bam*! *Bam*!