Chapter 503: Graveyard of My Enemies’ Adversaries

"It's already too late, Beatrix."

Arthur calmly declared and before Beatrix could get a word out, Idrilla suddenly dropped to her knees.

The woman took a deep breath and looked up to Arthur before speaking.

"Too late, indeed.

I only ask that you do not dash my hopes of a new life away from this wretched place."

The hatred in her voice when she spoke the last two words sent a chill through Beatrix and she stepped back on instinct.

Artemisia, who had remained silent since the beginning, suddenly stood up. She held out her hand, summoning her sword crackling with lightning as she spoke.

"Brace yourself."

Idrilla's fallen form released a sudden burst of powerful divinity, her lips parting to call out the activation words of her skill.

"Unique Skill: Soul Harvest."

The Saintess of Death summoned the powerful souls of the Epic and Legendary Realm existences she had defeated in the past.