"KNEEL!"
Romans felt the fear and terror from his bloodline; his knees were truly going down into a kneeling position.
Romans saw this and felt angry. How could he kneel down to Draco?
He resisted his bloodline, using his willpower to stop himself from kneeling, but his bloodline continued to force him down.
Romans didn't want to submit. The thought of kneeling to Draco was the same as death to him.
Suddenly, the image of the female Medusa appeared once again, but this time, she knelt in a bowing position.
Then she disappeared. It was then that Romans realized the horror of Draco. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't activate his ability again. It was as if it no longer belonged to him.
"Who are you?" Romans cried out. His strongest reliance had just been broken down by a single word.
He didn't want to believe it, staring at Draco in horror.
A demon that stood atop mountains and hills of bones. Its aura was domineering—the one that stood above all.
