Rama stood frozen for a second longer, his heart pounding. That black scroll's surface shimmered with something sick and unnatural. A glow that twisted in the air like oil on water.
He didn't know what kind of spell Caedryn had prepared, only that it felt wrong, ancient and greedy. Something that might not stop at just a fragment of hia power.
"What if it takes all of it?What if it rips the Soul Fusion System right out of me?"
But he glance at Axel who were still hanging helplessly in the grasp of the soul-draining black tendril. Its sealed his decision. He had no choice unless he was willing to gamble Axel's life on an uncertain fight.
And even if he tried to surprise Caedryn by attackong him sneakily while he walk close to him, he wasn't confident he'd kill him fast enough. This old bastard must be have more tricks. His magic mist be already ready to snap at any moment.
Rama took a slow tense breath.
Then he stepped down from the throne.
