Kapitel 1171: Perseus Hunts the Treasures

There was no response from the looming castle, only a sudden rush of darkline magic—a malevolent force that exploded outward, sending wind in every direction. Peasants and cripples scattered in terror, fleeing as the air itself seemed to darken, their screams drowned in the howl of the wind. The ominous energy swirled around Perseus, ruffling his long coat but leaving him otherwise untouched, as though the magic dared not harm him.

A deep, rumbling chuckle echoed from within the castle walls, thick with mocking cruelty. The darkline magic dissipated, and in its wake, demons appeared. They crawled forth from the shadows—creatures of Greed, twisted and grotesque, their eyes gleaming with hunger as they encircled Perseus like a pack of starved wolves eyeing a lone piece of meat.

Their forms were hideous—scaled, bloated bodies that seemed to ripple with gluttonous power. Each demon bore a twisted crown of jagged bone upon their heads, a mark of the royal Greed family.