Inhuman Warlock

His solemn expressions turned to a grin suddenly as he tossed the blood in the bowl towards the statue.

"So what if I die? I'll take you with me!" he yelled.

The statue abruptly tossed the blood which was in the bowl towards the person covered in mist, finally emptying it all.

What appeared to be a tsunami of blood flew towards the person covered in mist. Even the small insects that were occupying the blood flew towards him. Unfortunately, before the blood could even reach him, something strange happened.

As soon as the blood reached the strange mist, it started disintegrating in itself.

Not only the blood tsunami but even all the insects turned to dust, ultimately disappearing.

The expressionless eyes of the mysterious person looked towards the statue as he slowly walked toward him.

The statue started stepping back slowly. "You aren't really here, are you? There is no way you would have come inside with your physical body! Did you send your consciousness here? Didn't you?"

The person didn't answer and continued walking towards the shadow on the frozen mountain. At the same time, the legs of the statue disintegrated on itself, making him fall. He couldn't walk back anymore.

"You sent your consciousness here to kill me? Is that so I couldn't open the portal in the future? Or is that because you wanted to save the kid? I think it's the latter. But you mustn't forget. You won't live forever! We will kill you! As soon as he comes out, he will wipe you!".

The statue had given up running, but he didn't give up talking. Since there was no way to save himself, he came to terms with the death but not before threatening the other person.

It didn't look like his threats were working as the person stopped before him. He slowly raised his right hand, placing it on the forehead of the stone statue.

It was at that time, he opened his lips, muttering something inaudible.

Even though it was unclear what he had spoken, the shadow seemed to have heard it. His mouth opened wide in shock.

Arghhh~

His shock didn't last for long as it was replaced by his scream.

As his soul was destroyed in the dream world, the body of the Statue in the real world also started falling apart slowly.

First, a crack developed, followed by many more cracks.

Within minutes, the entire Statue was covered in cracks. The cracks continued spreading before ultimately destroying the entire statue.

In the real world, the statue was broken. At the same time, the statue's soul in the dream world also disappeared.

The statue was completely gone. And along with it, all the influence and the control it had also started disappearing.

Sirius was standing on top of the Royal Palace, right beside Milena, looking in the distant horizon as if waiting for something.

He wasn't alone. All the High Lords were waiting for the arrival of the enemies from the Warlock Council. All the defensive mechanisms were established as well.

However, suddenly Sirius lost consciousness, dropping to the ground. Milena also held her head which started thumping badly. She dropped to her knees.

Another High Lord lost consciousness.

"Your Majesty!" One of the High Lords yelled as he watched Milena drop to her knees. He ran to her. "Are you alright?"

Milena didn't answer and simply kept holding her head. Pain was written all over her face. She didn't try standing up.

"Sirius is also down with Fian? Two High Lords and you falling at the same time? This doesn't seem anything ordinary! It might be the work of enemies!" Another High Lord yelled.

"What enemies? They haven't reached here! The only enemies here are the envoys of the Warlock Council. Arthur and Feronia are taking care of them! I doubt they are the ones doing it."

"It's not the work of the enemies," Milena said, lowering her hand. She stood up.

"Your Majesty, don't stand. You need rest!"

"No, I'm fine. Don't worry. It isn't the work of an enemy. Well, at least not the work of a foreigner enemy," Milena said, frowning.

She turned to look at Sirius and started walking to him. On her path, another High Noble laid who had lost consciousness.

She ignored the other Noble and only stopped before Sirius. She looked down at Sirius grimly. She raised her foot and stomped on the head of Sirius. "Traitor!"

Milena crushed the skull of Sirius under her feet.

"Y-your Majesty? What did you...?"

"I did what I should have done a long time ago! This bastard manipulated me for a long time!" Milena declared.

"Manipulated? How?"

As the High Nobles didn't understand what manipulation she was talking about, Milena started explaining.

She talked about how Sirius had used his abilities to take control of her head. The only reason he helped her with everything at the start, even going as far as helping her wage war, was to make her trust him.

His ability of mind control only worked on the person who fully trusted him. He won her trust and then used his abilities to control her. Even though Milena was the Noble, the real ruler behind the shadows was actually Sirius.

However, even she didn't know that it wasn't entirely correct. The real Lord behind the shadows was the Dungeon Dweller, who was controlling Sirius.

Since the Dungeon Dweller couldn't control Milena's head because of one of her abilities, he decided to control her through the powers of Sirius.

He made him do all those things, even going as far as destroying his whole Empire to win Milena's trust so he could control her.

Even though it was an indirect method of control, this was the only option for him since he couldn't use the same method he used on Sirius, Fian, and Lucifer.

Unlike Lucifer, Milena's mental resilience was too strong because of another of her ability.

Now that the soul of the statue was destroyed, Sirius and Fian were free from his influence. Unfortunately, Sirius couldn't survive the wrath of Milena, who was now free and back to her real self.

...

Back in the dream world, the statue's soul was just destroyed. The dream world in which Lucifer was trapped also started shattering. Cracks developed everywhere, signaling the destruction of the world, which was close.

Lucifer could only see the back of the strange figure who was covered in a strange mist. He was still under the assumption that it was his healing, but it was still odd. Something didn't make sense.

The figure slowly turned back and raised his head to look at Lucifer.