The Real Battle Begins
Then Alibaba chuckled.
"How fascinating."
Dark mana gathered slowly around the necromancer's skeletal hands. The energy coiled like liquid shadow, twisting in the air with a faint humming sound that made the torches along the cavern walls flicker uneasily.
"Well then…"
"…let us see how long that style keeps you alive."
Victor's floating needles rotated slowly above his head like silent predators circling their prey. His golden eyes sharpened.
Alibaba watched the shift in his aura and gave another amused chuckle.
"Oh?"
The necromancer tilted his skull slightly.
"Your demeanor changed again."
The blue flames inside his hollow eye sockets flickered with interest.
"Don't worry, child. I won't fault you for your actions."
Victor let out a short snicker.
A being that had lived less than a thousand years was calling him a child.
How amusing.
