As the Dark Lord's words fell, rings of visible black ripples suddenly emanated from his body, transforming everything around him into pure darkness. Even the starlight falling from the temple's ceiling was instantly devoured.
In a flash, Owen found himself surrounded by a chilling, impenetrable blackness.
Within this absolute darkness, it felt as though all of his senses were stripped away. His perception of the environment became extremely blurred.
It was evident that unless he quickly broke free from this sinister darkness, he too might rot away within it, just like the other creatures.
Without hesitation, Owen gripped the Flame Sword tightly. Flames surged along its blade, and waves of heat and light spread rapidly, driving away the surrounding darkness.
The retreating darkness resembled swarms of black insects, emitting ear-piercing sizzling sounds as they were injured by the intense mana radiating from the Flame Sword.
Yet, they continued to press closer to Owen.
