Levi raised his hand, and the Corpse Demon of the Giant Whale King descended from the heavens.
"This is a Level 7 being, enough to ensure your safety in this realm."
The inheritance of the Arcanists was down to this last remnant, and Levi decided it was better to be cautious.
He gazed at the silent figure standing there, exuding a murderous aura so overpowering, it seemed like it had crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
The Arcanists trembled with fear.
"Such a powerful puppet."
"Yes, just the oppressive aura it gives off makes it hard to breathe."
"And those scars on its body... What kind of terrible existence could have left them?"
...
The Sixth Layer.
A chilling, icy underground world.
Andreas was asleep, its tail guarding its vulnerable area, layered in Frost Armor.
Suddenly, its eyes snapped open. Sweeping out with its spiritual force, it found no enemies and let out a sigh of relief.
