"I... I refuse to accept this..." Adrien's voice was laced with bitter resentment, his frustration almost tangible.
He couldn't believe it—he had lost to a few high-level scrolls. He had been so close, just a step away from achieving the immortality he had yearned for. Yet, at the final moment, this seemingly small obstacle had become an insurmountable chasm.
Adrien glared at Luca with wide, hate-filled eyes, wishing he could tear him apart limb by limb.
But his breath was weakening, his life force slowly fading away.
Luca's icy magic had frozen what little vitality remained in his body.
And in just a single breath...
The once-great high-ranking necromancer had fallen.
"Finally, this troublesome guy is done for." Luca exhaled deeply, his gaze to Adrien's lifeless body.
Then look to the black coffin in the middle of the formation.
The lid was already open, revealing a foul, thick, black liquid inside, like sludge.