Chapter 318: Absolute Master
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“Rise and shine, sleepy head.” A voice greeted Niggaruth as he opened his astral eyes.
His vision blurred, but it only lasted for a moment.
Soon, he could see everything around him. It was the exact scene he remembered before dying—the underground room where he was brewing his Elixir.
Did he not die? Had he managed to survive?
Countless thoughts lurked in Niggaruth’s ghost-like body… until he realized the fact… that he was in a ghost-like body.
He nearly shrieked, seeing as he had a near-transparent form, and floated like a ghost. A purple aura emanated from him, and his body was incorporeal—well, nearly.
He was made of energy, and he could even see his actual body—his corpse—lying on the ground.
Niggaruth didn’t need a prophet to tell him that he was dead.
‘Ghost Magic…?!’ His thoughts rang, and an imaginary cold sweat broke on his forehead.
He was a ghost, so he couldn’t really sweat.
Still, Niggaruth understood the implications of what had happened to him. As an expert in Magic, he knew of this kind. Plus, since he had also used it on a few minions back in the day, he knew it quite well.
He was now an Enslaved Soul, bound to the one known as his master.
Niggaruth gulped nonexistent saliva—he didn’t have any in his current form—and looked at the being that stood behind him.
He was the one who called Niggaruth from the abyss. He was his new master. The Vampire, turned ghost, knew this guy well. It was…
“You Human!” He spat, both disdainfully and fearfully.
Of all the people who could command him, it had to be the one he despised most.
>BBZZZTTTZZZZ!!!
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“Rise and shine, sleepy head.” A voice greeted Niggaruth as he opened his astral eyes.
His vision blurred, but it only lasted for a moment.
Soon, he could see everything around him. It was the exact scene he remembered before dying—the underground room where he was brewing his Elixir.
Did he not die? Had he managed to survive?
Countless thoughts lurked in Niggaruth’s ghost-like body… until he realized the fact… that he was in a ghost-like body.
He nearly shrieked, seeing as he had a near-transparent form, and floated like a ghost. A purple aura emanated from him, and his body was incorporeal—well, nearly.
He was made of energy, and he could even see his actual body—his corpse—lying on the ground.
Niggaruth didn’t need a prophet to tell him that he was dead.
‘Ghost Magic…?!’ His thoughts rang, and an imaginary cold sweat broke on his forehead.
He was a ghost, so he couldn’t really sweat.
Still, Niggaruth understood the implications of what had happened to him. As an expert in Magic, he knew of this kind. Plus, since he had also used it on a few minions back in the day, he knew it quite well.
He was now an Enslaved Soul, bound to the one known as his master.
Niggaruth gulped nonexistent saliva—he didn’t have any in his current form—and looked at the being that stood behind him.
He was the one who called Niggaruth from the abyss. He was his new master. The Vampire, turned ghost, knew this guy well. It was…
“You Human!” He spat, both disdainfully and fearfully.
Of all the people who could command him, it had to be the one he despised most.
>BBZZZTTTZZZZ!!!
Rise and shine, sleepy head. A voice greeted Niggaruth as he opened his astral eyes.His vision blurred, but it only lasted for a moment.Soon, he could see everything around him. It was the exact scene he remembered before dyingthe underground room where he was brewing his Elixir.Did he not die? Had he managed to survive?Countless thoughts lurked in Niggaruth's ghost-like body until he realized the fact that he was in a ghost-like body.He nearly shrieked, seeing as he had a near-transparent form, and floated like a ghost. A purple aura emanated from him, and his body was incorporealwell, nearly.He was made of energy, and he could even see his actual bodyhis corpselying on the ground.Niggaruth didn't need a prophet to tell him that he was dead.Ghost Magic?!' His thoughts rang, and an imaginary cold sweat broke on his forehead.He was a ghost, so he couldn't really sweat.Still, Niggaruth understood the implications of what had happened to him. As an expert in Magic, he knew of this kind. Plus, since he had also used it on a few minions back in the day, he knew it quite well.He was now an Enslaved Soul, bound to the one known as his master.Niggaruth gulped nonexistent salivahe didn't have any in his current formand looked at the being that stood behind him.He was the one who called Niggaruth from the abyss. He was his new master. The Vampire, turned ghost, knew this guy well. It wasYou Human! He spat, both disdainfully and fearfully.Of all the people who could command him, it had to be the one he despised most.BBZZZTTTZZZZ!!!
