The Man’s Decree

The man’s face contorted into a sinister expression, sending shivers down the spines of Jared and his companions. With a swift motion, he produced a mysterious charm from his pocket.

It was adorned with eerie etchings of malevolent spirits baring their fangs and claws. As soon as the charm was revealed, an ominous breeze swept through the air, casting a chilling aura over Jared and his comrades.

In a low, guttural voice, the man muttered incantations under his breath, weaving a dark spell. Suddenly, the charm erupted, unleashing a horde of malevolent spirits in a chaotic burst. Following that, enigmatic array runes enveloped Jared and his companions.

“Who would have thought that such a high-level charm existed in the Ethereal Realm…” As Jared observed the charm unveiled by the mysterious man, astonishment washed over him. In the Ethereal Realm, even the simplest communication device demanded a price, and the skill to craft charms was a coveted rarity.

It struck Jared as truly remarkable that this man possessed the ability to produce such an advanced and potent charm.

At this moment, Jared found himself thinking of Flaxseed. If Flaxseed were here, this man’s charm would pale in comparison, akin to mere discarded trash.

After all, Flaxseed was no ordinary practitioner but an advanced charm master.

A multitude of malevolent spirits swirled incessantly around Jared and his companions, casting an eerie aura that saturated the air. The group found their vision blurring, heads spinning with dizziness in the face of this spectral onslaught.

produced a yellow charm from her person, and with

Jared, found themselves

at Jennifer in surprise. He hadn’t expected her

family specialized in the study of charm spells. Despite their

across the southern region rely on the Summers family for their charms,”

of cold sweat forming on her forehead, focused on muttering incantations under her breath. It

with your level of skill, you think you can break my Myriad Ghouls?” The man’s laughter carried a chilling edge as he mockingly assessed Jennifer’s abilities. With a cold smile, he gently pressed his palm down,

black fog. However, her efforts seemed futile, as if her actions were mere whispers against the howling wind, yielding no discernible response from the enveloping

felt was their bodies plummeting continuously, as if a bottomless abyss lay beneath their

moment, panic overcame Jennifer, while Catina and Feenix found themselves somewhat flustered

to panic. It’s just a minor charm. I’ll break it for you.” Surprisingly, he began carving intricate symbols on the ground with his

shot up toward the sky, piercing through the oppressive black fog. The radiant