The Inferno Magic Circle was completed, reinforced seven times. However, it was tainted with death as well, which made the magic even more dangerous.
Unlike the bright orange flame from before, a deep black flame fell from the Magic Circles, swallowing everything in its path.
The flames passed through the Necromancer's body, leaving him completely unaffected. But it was different from everyone else.
The Necromancer watched the flames fall down from the sky.
He didn't even pay any more attention to the flame and gazed towards the first island where 'she' had lost her life.
"I know you did not want this. But just this once... let me be selfish. Or else, the fire of vengeance in my heart will swallow me whole."
The Necromancer knew that he was going against the wishes of the person he loved more than his life. But at this moment, he didn't care about that.
He wanted to punish the descendants of the traitors in the worst way possible.