บท 1237: To Finish The Job

Victor rose to his feet, his eyes alight with renewed determination and a ferocity that hadn't been seen in centuries.

He took a deep breath, and with a powerful wave of his hand, an eruption of magic surged from his body. The force of it tore his shirt to shreds, revealing his chiseled frame and, more importantly, the massive runic seal etched into his back.

The seal was shaped like a clenched fist, intricate symbols coiling out from the center like veins.

This was the source of his restraint, the anchor that kept his immense power locked at the Deep Demon rank. Slowly, the runes on the seal began to unravel, glowing crimson as they broke apart piece by piece. Each fragment of the seal that dissolved released a fraction of his suppressed power, and the air around him grew heavy with his presence.