Perlman once again rested the staff against his back and instructed Nigel.
"Nigel..."
Aitio had been praying that Nigel would help her.
As a Seventh-order warrior of the Demon Race, Nigel possessed formidable physical prowess. If he was willing to help her, he could take a position at the forefront, no matter what, and coordinate with her in combat.
But upon careful consideration of Nigel's state of mind, she realized that his heart was also filled with uncontrollable anger and even overwhelming confusion.
Aitio felt hopeless.
The synchronized images from District 10 of Purgatory and the banquet hall's crystal screen continued unabated.
The Curse Spreader in the research lab gently caressed the Magic Guide Book with his slender, distinctly knuckled fingers. He kept turning the pages, which glowed a dark red hue, as he quietly chanted the flashing spells written in ancient Demon Race Script.
Until this moment, the ritual had finally been completed.