Chapter 662: Demon Fortress
His blade slid out in one swift motion, resting coldly on Dorian's neck—just enough to draw blood.
Before Dorian could react, something pierced deeper—his Inner World quaked.
Inside, a figure cloaked in violet flame began destroying memories like they were paper in fire. Every time one of Dorian's clone-consciousnesses tried to intervene, they were instantly consumed.
"@$*I%U! @$*I%U!" Dorian screamed in an unknown language, panic setting in. He threw both hands up in surrender.
"Smart choice," Charles said, lips curling into a faint smirk. He lowered the sword.
A drop of blood floated into Charles's palm. He pressed it into his skin, crafting an identity imprint, then spoke in Rune Language.
"Can we talk now?"
Dorian stepped back, eyes flicking toward the blade, then gave a stiff nod.
"Good." Charles smiled faintly, casting [Curse of the Overlord], and casually sheathed his sword.
"Relax. Just answer my questions, and I'll let you walk away."
