Bab 341: Underground Temple, Only One Left

Father Hugo's laughter echoed in the temple as the dark, crimson, and blue auras swirled around him.

The air grew thick with a mix of intense energy, twisting and melding into something that looked both holy and corrupted.

He begun hovering a few feet above the ground, his expression one of twisted delight.

"Look at this power!" Hugo's voice boomed, his eyes glinting with an unsettling joy. He raised his hand, allowing the combined auras to dance along his arm. "Your strength, your skills—they're now mine!"

Stark's fists tightened, his gaze fixed on Hugo's smug expression. The realization hit hard: Hugo had just absorbed [Crimson Spears] and [QI Flight].

They were staring down an even more monstrous version of the priest than before.

"Can't believe it…" Stark muttered, gritting his teeth.

He could still feel his connection to his skills, but seeing them twisted in Hugo's hands felt like a violation.