The Blood King Palace, where the black sky shrouds all light, leaving only a blood-red moon, transforms into the eye of the palace, gazing down upon this underground world.
"Go to hell, you wretched soul!"
Rashar summoned his magic power with all his might, manifesting a blood-colored magic mirror before him.
The mirror reflected Lanci's image, albeit with subtle differences.
The Lanci in the mirror bore hollow eyes, an ashen complexion, and an aura of foreboding that surrounded him entirely.
"Pope, this is the reflection of your inner self."
Rashar grinned with savage intent,
"You may appear righteous, pure, and solemn on the surface, but your heart harbors boundless darkness. You're no different from us!"
However powerful the Saint Polante Pope might be, as long as he was struck by this move, he would begin fighting against himself—this would be Rashar's opportunity to breach his defenses.
