Chapter 179: Awakening [3]

Alexander coldly gazed as Nicodemus's transformed figure flapped his wing and sharply rose to the air while causing a storm.

The bright red gem embedded in his left chest had sporadic red veins scattering all across his otherwise inky black body from around it.

The glow from the gem kept pulsing ominously like a heartbeat.

Nicodemus's presence became greater, deeper, more powerful...more ancient as it suffocated through every corner of the old chamber.

Alexander felt the very air grow heavy, and a sinister wave of thick Miasama and Curse Energy swept through the vicinity.

Nicodemus's one-winged demonic form was truly befitting something that struggled abd crawled out the depths of the seventh deepest hell, crackling like grated glass.

"[Shall we begin, brave Hero?]"

The weight of animosity and bloodlust descend against Alexander's shoulders as he stoof under the suffocating gaze of Nicodemus.