The shadows that had swallowed Rhaziel were not the work of the Dark Arts at all.
In truth, it was Vale who had struck with a different set of spells. This time, however, none could recognize him.
His appearance was entirely different.
He no longer wore the dark robes of a Shadow Immortal. Instead, his attire resembled that of a solemn priest. He had a pristine white vestment trimmed with gold, a mantle embroidered with a mysterious emblem of a goat, and a hood that concealed most of his features.
His aura was serene, almost divine, masking the Shadow Divinity that he had…
After all, even if he was only an Avatar, he was still capable of using all the Spells that he had from different Arcane Paths.
Indeed, just now, Rhaziel had not been consumed by darkness. His body remained intact, standing frozen in the garden of Belial City. What had been destroyed was his mind!
