In his final act, he killed Death.

Thus, the ability of mortals to control the dead was recognized by the underworld.

But he felt no joy at this victory.

Because he paid a heavy price.

His wife was taken by the defeated Grim Reaper.

Death was unwilling to be defeated by a mortal, so when it departed, it took her to Hell.

Festan Barlow could only watch helplessly as his beloved wife passed away.

Even if he possessed the power of death itself, he could not bring back his beloved wife.

This was the final curse that the deceased Grim Reaper placed upon him.

Those who manipulate the souls of the dead will ultimately suffer the pain of losing their loved ones.

Because this power should never have been possessed by humankind.

In his struggle, Festan Barlow began teaching others how to become necromancers.

Soon, the entire kingdom seemed to be covered by the shadow of the necromancer.

until……

“It wasn’t until my daughter went to her grave that I realized it wasn’t a curse.”

Ahead, as the sea of ​​the dead continued to gather, Grand Duke Balo's voice suddenly lowered.

It was as if a sorrow was stuck in his throat, a feeling of vicissitude and trembling.

“If she wishes, then I will do everything in my power to bring her back to life.”

"But she told me that she had experienced family love, found love, and even had her own child."

"Her only regret is that she couldn't be there to watch her children grow up."

The sea of ​​dead behind them continued to surge, the dark green fog boiling and churning, becoming scorching and chaotic.

Countless eerie green ghosts obscured the sky, making them appear even more ferocious and insane.

They stretched their long bodies, spreading the same extreme despair in the heart of Grand Duke Barlow.

"The first time she prayed to me, her father, her soul told me not to raise her up."

"Do not let her soul also become a merciless, rotting body."

"I cannot ignore her last wish."

Since then, Festan Barlow has realized the weight of this so-called curse.

Death never issued a real curse, but this feeling was worse than any curse.

This is precisely the backlash suffered by those who wantonly control the souls of the dead.

Thus, the once-thriving necromancers were all wiped out overnight.

Without resistance, Duke Barlow regained his power.

Those who resisted were buried by Grand Duke Barlow himself.

He granted these people the power to control the souls of the dead, and also the right to reclaim that power.

And now—

"If you truly have this resolve, then—"

Before the words were finished, thousands upon thousands of eerie green ghosts began to twist and swirl in the air.

They gathered in the air, like mist.

Even the land covered in smoke began to flow slowly.

At this moment, each departed soul is like a floating drop of seawater, a restless grain of sand.

Coming from all directions from this eerie, emerald-green mist, tens of thousands of streams flowed toward the center, slowly coalescing together.

The towering city also shattered with a deafening roar, its massive walls twisting and collapsing.

The surrounding void was gradually filled with an increasingly dense fog, turning it from dark green to black.

Viktor stood still amidst tens of thousands of twisted green mists passing by.

The trench coat behind him fluttered and rustled in the howling, ghostly ocean currents, like a black leaf that remained completely still in the currents.

His gaze remained serious, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, revealing pride and absolute confidence.

He chose to confront the challenge head-on rather than avoid it.

Finally, the thick fog began to slowly twist and conjure up the image of a sorrowful woman with her hands caressing her pale green face.

Her eyebrows were downcast, and the corners of her mouth turned down, revealing a sorrowful and weeping expression.

But as his eyes slowly opened, they radiated a strong sense of hope and blessing.

The next second, as her sorrowful weeping rang out, the surrounding eerie green mist completely enveloped this space of the dead.

boom!

A chaotic, eerie green wave suddenly surged up, covering the sky and earth of the undead realm.

The thick fog was completely torn apart, and the distorted sky collapsed in an instant, breaking into countless dense fog fragments that fell down.

A terrifying shockwave swept across all directions, crashing against the boundless edge of this mysterious space.

Explosions tore apart the space before them, and the woman formed from countless undead gradually crumbled and dissipated.

A thick fog swept through, obscuring the sky with a deep green hue.

Viktor himself was swallowed up by the exploding, dark mist and disappeared.

Amidst this chaos, only the cold, deathly voice of Grand Duke Barlow trembled out:

"Just try to master this—"

It is the culmination of his entire life.

"Forbidden power."

——

An Apology to "Barlow"