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nDominion Thirst!

nThis Spell was recently extracted from Greed!

nIt summons a spectral chain that binds the wills of others, turning them into subservient pawns.

nIt manifests invisible chains that wrap around the target, linking them to the caster.

nThe chains are not physical but are felt as an overwhelming pressure to obey and serve. The Dominion Thirst Spell was particularly dangerous as it strips away autonomy! This was a more forceful method of controlling the target, unlike the Slave Mark spell, which was meant to be stealthy.

n“This…”

nKougar, with every fiber of his being, resisted the encroaching control, his essence writhing in rebellion.

n‘Too strong! No, I’m too weak right now!’

nHe used all of his energy to resist the control. Yet, as the Dominion Thirst took hold, his struggles grew weaker, his once formidable power now a dwindling flame against the encroaching dimness in his mind.

n‘I’m losing control… I need to—‘

nAs the final vestiges of resistance faded, Kougar’s form began to shimmer, the spells binding him tighter than any chains.

nWith a last, guttural cry, he succumbed to the inevitable, his will bending to that of Vale’s indomitable will

nThud…

nNow a mere specter, a servant bound by arcane shackles, Kougar’s thoughts slowly disappeared, replaced by the Dominion Spells’ authority.

nVale, sensing that the Spell had already taken over, merely nodded.

n“Welcome to your new reality, Kougar. May you serve well in the shadows…” He softly said, his voice a blend of command and an eerie promise of redemption.

nIn any case, Kougar’s physical body was already destroyed… Right now, he was only a Demon Saint in a tangible spectral form.

nThat was also the reason why Vale was able to use his Slave Mark and Dominion Thirst…

nAfter all, the Demon Saints rely on their unusual physique to defend against mind control spells. Since it was gone, they were stripped of such immunity!

nAnd with that, Vale’s Avatar, alongside his newly acquired servant, vanished into the air.

nAlthough the Demon Generals he captured recently had provided him with important information about the Abyss Realm, this Demon Saint would surely give him more information.

nHowever, interrogation and such weren’t the Avatar’s matter.

nBecause of that, Vale ordered the Demon Saint to heal himself in the castle and inform the real Vale about the situation in the Abyss and, if possible, all the information he had about the mysterious Demon Lord.

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nIn the heart of the Abyss Realm, where the surrounding space felt unstable, there stood a castle as ancient as the chasm itself.

nIts towering spires, wrought from obsidian and bone, pierced the smoldering skies, while the walls, lined with ancient runes.

nIt hummed with an energy that was both foreboding and awe-inspiring. This was the sanctum of the Demon Lord, a being whose name was whispered in fear across countless worlds.

nUpon the mystical throne, the Demon Lord sat, his form shrouded in the vestiges of time.

nHis majestic robe was no longer in sight, and he was no longer covered by mystical energy.

nHis once formidable physique had withered, leaving behind a frail silhouette that belied the immense power he wielded.

nIn the solitude of his grand hall, he appeared as nothing more than an aged demon, his humanoid features etched with the eons of dominion he had.

nWhoosh~

nAs he exhaled, a breath that seemed to carry life, something unexpected happened.

nThe air before him shimmered and coalesced into the figure of a young man.

nClack… Clack…

nThis figure stepped on the floor with shoes that formed out of nowhere.

nHis hair was dark, his skin fair as the untouched snow of the mortal realms.

n“Mhmmm…”

nClad in the attire of a human nobleman, complete with a finely crafted cane, he surveyed his reflection with a critical eye.

nHe didn’t look satisfied with his appearance, so he waved his hand.

nA vest materialized over his suit, the final touch to his impeccable guise.

n“This should suffice…” The young man, the Avatar of the Demon Lord, declared with a tone of finality. He spared no glance to his original form, who could barely handle the immense power contained in his body.

nHe strode with purpose toward the castle’s grand archway.

nThe castle itself was a labyrinthine creation, its corridors adorned with various paintings and statues that depicted the conquests and calamities of the Abyss.

nOf course, these weren’t made by Demons but by slaves, they had taken from other realms.

nAlong the way, there were Gargoyles with eyes of ember stood sentinel, their gazes following the Avatar’s passage.

nThe surrounding air in the castle was thick with the scent of brimstone, but none of it mattered now.

nAfter getting out of the castle, the young man, or the Demon Lord’s Avatar, was finally able to use his Spell.

nWhoosh~

nThe Demon Lord’s Avatar vanished.

nIn just a few moments, he found himself in front of a huge a Rift

n—a tear in the very essence of the realm that leads to the Human.

nThe Rift pulsed with energy that controls space, it was filled with mysterious darkness, an enigma that defied the senses.

n“I can’t believe I’ll have to work as well.” The Demon Lord muttered as he glanced at the gateway leading to the Human Realm…

nHe didn’t immediately enter since he was actually quite worried that his Avatar would fail to pass through the Rift due to the rejection of the Human Realm.

nAfter all, his strength was just too strong. Even the Rift itself may collapse in the middle of his transportation!

n‘Malevolent Energy should’ve spread a lot by now… Numerous strong beings in that realm should’ve died… Furthermore, Halvor, that celestial who calls himself Eminence of the Sea, should’ve paved a path for me… I can do survive this…’ The Demon Lord thought as he made up his mind.

n“Let me discern the cause of this struggle for dominion… The Human Realm shouldn’t be this difficult to control…” He murmured, his voice a blend of curiosity and amusement with the situation.

nWith a mere thought, the Rift expanded, its edges swirling with the brilliance of the space.

nThe Avatar stepped through the portal, his form dissolving and reforming as he traversed the boundary between worlds.

nAfter some time, on the other side, the Human Realm lay open before him, its landscapes vast and varied, it seemed to be inviting him!

nWhom~

nAs soon as he was spat out of the Rift, the Demon Lord swiftly vanished appeared in the sky to have a better look of the surroundings. At this time, he also remained undetected by anyone…

nHe wasn’t even pressured by the will of the Human Realm!

n‘Hmm… This realm is really rich with Arcane Energy… It’s a perfect place for Celestials Spirits…’ The Demon Lord thought while observing the landscape from above…

nAfter scanning a huge area, he finally decided to descend.

nHe was planning to join the humans for now and avoid causing trouble…

nWell, he doesn’t really like killing too many humans here who would breed more slaves for him. He felt that it was enough to leave at least a quarter of the human Arcanists. As for the ordinary humans, they would just become laborers…

nIt was possible to keep them alive, but the Demons under his command would surely want to eat humans and arcanists, so he had to satisfy them. He could not be selfish so he decided to just let the Demon reign terror…

n‘Hmm… This city doesn’t seem to be that bothered by the invasion…’ The Demon Lord thought as he looked at the peaceful city ahead of him.

nWithout hesitation, he decided to enter the place and act like a regular nobleman.

n“Interesting…” The Demon Lord muttered.

nIt was there, amidst the calm, that he discovered the city’s true nature—it was the Holy City, the bastion of the Church of the Fortune Goddess!

nThe city was a fortress of faith, patrolled by Holy Knights clad in armor that gleamed with sacred enchantment.

nTheir presence was a testimony to their firm vigilance against the invaders.

n“Ohh~ Not bad…”

nTheir eyes were sharp and discerning, missing no detail in their sacred duty.

nThere were also Exorcists roaming the streets, their senses attuned to the slightest whisper of malevolence, ready to expel any taint with incantations and holy relics.

nThe architecture of the city reflected its celestial patronage, with spires reaching towards the sky and stained glass windows depicting the benevolence of the Fortune Goddess.

n“Fortune Goddess, huh… A troublesome Celestial… I wonder if she’s really here.” The Demon Lord muttered to himself.

nHe also didn’t dare utter the true name of the Fortune Goddess as he might be sensed by the Celestial.

nNonetheless, the Demon Lord felt quite excited at the fact that he arrived here.

nThe city was filled with the harmonious chimes of sanctified bells, calling the faithful to prayer and reflection.

nThe Demon Lord, now in the guise of a nobleman, observed the rituals and routines of the city’s inhabitants.

nHowever, after several days had passed, he finally showed an evil smile on his face.

n“I guess this city would be a great sacrifice to announce my presence…”

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