Chapter 217: Man Of The People

Damon took deep breaths, sweat beading on his forehead as he gripped his dagger tightly, staring at the building ahead.

It was an old, abandoned structure—one that felt disturbingly familiar. Of course, how could he forget?

This was the same place he had killed Marcus Fayjoy.

"Ahhh, you've got to be kidding me…"

The dark spirit summoner had a twisted sense of humor. He had chosen this exact spot to summon the spirit and had used Sylvia as a vessel.

But Damon didn't have time for rueful thoughts. Not now.

Before him, a massive swarm of dark spirits gathered, a sea of writhing nightmares. At the center of it all stood the terrifying projection of Ignath, its oppressive gaze locked onto him and Lilith.

But it did not move.

The spirits came in all shapes and forms—some like beasts, others like twisted humanoids, and some… indescribable horrors straight out of nightmares.