Chapter7-The Curse of the Dark Altar

The "Curse of the Netherlord"—a forbidden spell feared and known across the entire continent.

It was the ultimate curse from which even the mightiest of beings would flee in terror. Once cast, it was nearly incurable—an insidious affliction capable of breaking even the strongest wills. Even a grand archmage, a paragon of magical mastery, would find all mana sealed away, their boundless magical reserves rendered utterly useless.

When the curse erupted, the victim would bleed from every orifice, their flesh would rot, and their soul would disintegrate—an end so horrifying it defied imagination.

And such a curse could only be cast by one person—the High Priest of the Dark Altar.

It was through this very spell that the Dark Altar instilled dread across the lands, a name spoken only in whispers.

Leonchi stood in heavy silence for a long time. Finally, he sighed deeply, a heavy weariness etched across his face.