The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Caspian raised the inscription brush as fast as lightning, concentrating on his left arm.

Then, he dipped the inscription brush into the basin and uttered, “The Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon.”

In an instant, a pot of inscription water was soaked up by the inscription brush, and there was not a single drop left.

The initially white tip of the brush appeared as if it were burning, and it emitted a dazzling red color.

Caspian glanced at the hourglass, and he did not hesitate to draw on his inner left arm.

In an instant, sharp pain as if countless steel wires were piercing through his skin and wandered through his muscles spread from Caspian’s wrist.

Next, Caspian gritted his teeth hard, continued moving and drawing on his arm.

As the inscription brush left a thick mark on the inside of his arm, a large amount of blood poured out even though his skin was not torn.

This blood followed the pattern he inscribed and did not flow anywhere as if it was set in place.

At the same time, Caspian felt as if his hand was soaked in boiling oil, and he was slightly trembling from the excruciating pain.

Even his face was getting pale.

“It hurts more than I expected, but I must hold on.”

Caspian clenched his jaw and once again drew.

With each stroke, the pain would increase by a notch.

Not only that, every soreness was different than before.

Some were like the pain of peeling, some felt as if he had broken a limb, some as if he was dropped into ice, and some were like the pain of being burned alive.

Within the six hours of inscribing, Caspian felt as if he had experienced all the pain in the world.

to be finished, his face

the hellhole prison for a year, he did not

to be completed,

twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if they

it would terrify

they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild,

mumbled, and blood was already dripping from

pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from

Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen

“The final touch…”

raised his brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands of

he had to use all of his strength to steady his

the most crucial point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell

heart with injustice, filling

from his arm, covering the entire front

was highly overpowering, as if all creatures would become small

giant dragon flickered

second, the light disappeared, and the

knew that this was not the disappearance of the body inscription,

Dragon body was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his skin, and

success, and Caspian wanted to try its force

he was extremely exhausted, and it was even hard

times, Caspian tumbled to the

24 hours

needed the long rest, proving how much energy he used

woke up, he was eager to look at his left

immediately felt a wild aura bursting when he

surrounding air even burst into the sound

to fingertips, and a layer of