"What the hell is this…?"
Madman muttered, eyes wide.
A massive, glowing violet hexagram had appeared beneath their feet, forming a ritual circle that enclosed the entire party.
"Oh no."
Bradley's face turned pale. "No way—he's out of mana! How the hell is he casting this?!"
"SH*T! I swear, this is the Forbidden Curse of the Dragon King!"
Madman screamed hoarsely, staring at Daloré's health bar, a deep chill running through him.
That damn lizard had held back all this time, even as Blank sliced him to pieces—
Just to let his mana regenerate naturally.
All so he could charge up this moment.
The mind games were so next-level, it could break the average player's brain.
"Interrupt him! Stop the cast at all costs!"
Madman roared. The group immediately charged Daloré in a desperate bid to halt the spell.
"Magic Reversal ineffective!"
"Purple-Gold Dragon King Daloré is protected while casting Forbidden Curse: [Calamity's Dirge]!"
