Chapitre 185: Drunken

Red poured out the two vials filled with blood into her sword, and she started to chant the spell that the djinns had given her. She didn't waste any more time talking with the daemon, as she already had her hold on him thru her binding spell.

"Vloerkh anpethu shkailer coste boi da gur molter resu yahkr bi te mo, ur ru basten larus shotra!"

The daemon whipped his head up as he heard the words that were chanted by the halfling. He didn't think she would be able to speak such ancient language. How was she able to know how to speak and pronounce it properly?

It was as if the halfling was someone young but had the knowledge of those who were before her. Mephis tried to fight the spell that bound him to Red, but the more he struggled, the more did the fire inside him pull him back.

"There is no escaping, Harbinger of Death," Red whispered, "It was a wrong move for you to challenge me during a time where I no longer give a damn."