"Pfft—!"
Black and red blood gushed out of her mouth, landing on the stone slabs with a sizzling corrosive sound.
"Backlash... this damned backlash..."
Lomisa's face twisted into a hideous, terrifying expression, murmuring painfully,
"Indeed, destroying the fate of the Royal Family is not that easy... Even if the world's favor has already shifted..."
"Just a death contract and bloodline curse have drained over two hundred years of my accumulation..."
As the soul envoy of the Magic and Death Church, Lomisa had long crafted a Life Box possessing the power of rebirth.
Upon death, the faint soul power left in the Life Box would recall those shattered souls and remold her body.
The price, however, was that Lomisa would lose part of her strength and fall into weakness.
But this time, Lomisa lost all her strength; at this moment, she was no better than a skeleton.
And she was constantly suffering backlash from the sacrificial spell casting.
