For a moment, leuan was at a loss, yet he refused to give in. “I still have the princess. I’ll personally drag her to Aurelius. If he still refuses to surrender the Ritual Manual, I will spill his daughter’s blood before his eyes.”

With that, he stormed out of the cavern, already barking orders for his guards to prepare the royal captive.

Inside the main hall of Roaring Storm Church, the air felt heavy enough to shatter ribs. Every breath tasted of thunder as unseen pressures pressed against the high beams.

Jared stood at the heart of the hall, channeling the last threads of the Power of Dragons. Infinides, Flaxseed, and dozens of disciples ringed him, pouring their own energies into the Dragon Bell. Golden light pulsed from the bronze bell and collided with the swirling black demonic aura outside, each impact humming with a promise of imminent rupture.

“This isn’t working! The demonic aura is getting stronger,” Flaxseed exclaimed as he wiped sweat from his brow. “Every charm I slap on the bell is reduced to ash the moment it touches the metal. Something is calling these demonic souls back, and they are growing restless.”

Infinides turned ashen, his spiritual energy already dangerously low. “Mr. Chance, the Dragon Bell’s power is almost depleted… The crack in the seal is spreading. We can’t hold on much longer!”

Jared gritted his teeth and forced the last spark of the Power of Dragons. A spectral golden dragon coiled around the bell, its light briefly pushing the darkness back.