章 162: Hard Times

Aside from the pungent smell of decay and his once again tattered clothes, there was no trace of what had just transpired in Lith's tent. Solus' gauntlet form had completely recovered from all her injuries, and was now brimming with power.

- "What the heck? Death Call shouldn't work like that. It was like an entirely different spell."

"Well, for what's worth, you also seemed an entirely different person. Your eyes turned inhuman, and when the energy flow reached its apex, your whole body started to pulse according to its rhythm. You had started to mutate into a…"

Solus couldn't find the words to describe the monstrous silhouette that had almost overlapped with Lith.

"…thing, but thanks heavens everything stopped before it was too late." –