Release The Beast Of Belphegor

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Release The Beast of Belphegor

—"Darkness, Inflict! With Mother's Gift, I command you, Tears of the Despaired!" Dolora shot yet another attack, firing a dark blue ball of chaotic manna at a gathering of Poison Black Slime.

She tiredly panted as what might have been the 6th batch of weaker Hellions she had to deal with on their journey down the tomb. For what might've been half an hour, the two sinisters have been dwelling the labyrinth for an eternity. The track of time was inconsistent within the tomb. In every corner were cursed traps, lower level Hellions such as the Poison Slime or even Imps that would stand in their way.

But they weren't no match against an Iron-rank paladin, much even a Sin Wielder like them.

"Don't stop now, Sister. We're almost there..." Sidwell smoothly walked past her without as much as lift of a finger and breath of exasperation through the whole journey.

"Brother, you're so mean. Having me to do all the work..." Dolora wept.