For a moment, no one moved.
No one breathed.
The levitating form of Galeon—his body twitching and convulsing mid-air, his eyes as black as a starless void—sent a ripple of raw fear through even the most seasoned mages in the stands.
Slowly, Galeon landed on the ground, his pitch-black eyes locked on Raven.
No one had seen anything like this.
This was the first time the world was witnessing a demonic possession.
Even Tower Master Vernix tensed as he saw this.
His voice echoed across the arena, low and grim. "This... This isn't resurrection. This is possession."
He knew about one of the greatest magics ever known, called resurrection. It was said to be the peak of life magic.
But this didn't seem like a resurrection. Resurrection was pure magic, and this felt dark.
Inside the barrier, Raven sighed, rubbing his temples.
