"GAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The frantic roar of agony shook the entire place. Everyone immediately turned around, and their expressions froze in horror.
Emperor Ezekiel stood several hundred meters away, but something was terribly wrong. A long black pointed mass had stabbed straight through his back and emerged from the front of his chest.
It looked like a mixture of flesh and some strange hardened substance. Black veins twisted across its surface while a disgusting dark liquid dripped from its sharp end.
Ezekiel's eyes had already turned bloodshot as his hands trembled violently around his greatsword. His powerful body began twisting in an unnatural manner while dark veins rapidly spread from the wound across his chest and neck. His muscles bulged and contracted on their own as if something was crawling beneath his skin.
Everyone's gaze immediately shifted toward the source of the black mass, and their expressions changed once again. It had come from Alaster's corpse.
