Chapter 585 The Pain of Betrayal and the Deal


    "Well my love, its all because of..."


    wed frowned, "Power!?" he asked. The look in his eyes carried his disappointment.


    Duncan shook his head as tears ran down his cheeks, "trust me my love! I hurt just as badly as you do now. But you know the kind of family wee from. Without my other half, I won''t ever be able to climb past the Deep Demon rank. But with your soul, I can get him back!"


    wed''s frown got deeper, "Danny, your twin brother!? You want to get him back from father..." wed chuckled a bit as his fingers stroked Duncan''s face affectionately, "advice from a lover and a big brother. You were better off having a happier life with me, than getting Danny''s soul back from father."


    *Cough!*


    "I love you..."


    The moment he said those words, wed''s eyes deemed into the darkness. Even though he had just been betrayed by the person he trusted most in his life, he had not hated Duncan for it.


    In fact, he had dered his love as boldly as he could one more time before kissing eternal darkness.


    Duncan broke down with wed in his arms. his tears could not stop falling and he embraced him tight as he screamed like a little child. His heart pulsated with sorrow, beating sadness into every artery and every vein.


    Right now, he had been plunged into an endless tunnel with nothing but darkness and pain that steamed in his chest like fire against water.


    Duncan knelt in the unforgiving wastnd, the cold sand beneath him a stark contrast to the warmth that once radiated from wed. The moon, now a distant witness, cast its silver glow upon the scene, revealing the tragedy that unfolded in the quiet night.


    wed''s lifeless formy in Duncan''s arms, a once mighty warrior now reduced to stillness.


    The air, thick with grief, hung heavy around them. Duncan''s eyes, clouded with sorrow, stared down at the face he hade to know so well, now pallid and unmoving. The moonlight yed on wed''s features, creating an ethereal glow that seemed to entuate the finality of death.


    Silent tears escaped Duncan''s eye, tracing a lonely path down his cheek. He couldn''t believe that wed, his love,y motionless in his arms., even though he had been the cause of it.


    The wastnd, usually indifferent to the struggles of those who traversed it, bore witness to a moment of profound loss.


    Duncan''s hands, once intertwined with wed''s in moments of shared joy, now cradled his lifeless form. The warmth that had once flowed between them was reced by a chilling emptiness. wed''s blood, a stark crimson against the pale sands, stained Duncan''s hands, a vivid reminder of the violence that had torn them apart.


    The moonlight, though soft and tender, seemed to cast shadows that danced mournfully around Duncan. The wastnd, devoid of life and sce, mirrored the destion within his heart. Each grain of sand beneath him became a painful reminder of the fragility of their existence, now shattered like ss.


    Duncan''s whispers of disbelief and grief mingled with the night air, unheard by any but the empty expanse around him. He pressed wed''s lifeless form closer, as if trying to will warmth back into his lover''s body. The moon, an indifferent observer in the grand scheme of the universe, continued to illuminate the tragic scene below.


    As Duncan looked down at wed''s still face, he traced the lines and contours that once held life andughter. The wastnd, with its vast emptiness, seemed to stretch out infinitely around them, echoing the void that now resided in Duncan''s heart.


    The silence of the night was broken only by the asional sobs that escaped Duncan''s throat. His grief, a raw and primal ache, reverberated through the destendscape. The moon, untouched by the pain of mortal existence, continued its eternal journey across the night sky, casting an indifferent gaze upon the scene below.


    At that moment, Duncan felt the weight of wed''s absence like a heavy chain around his heart. The wastnd, a witness to their shared struggles and victories, now bore witness to the aftermath of an irrevocable loss. The moon, an eternalpanion to the earth, watched as Duncan cradled wed''s lifeless body, a lone figure under its silver embrace in a world that had suddenly turned silent and cold.


    Just then, there was a rumble of sorts and the undead beasts that had been cast away seemed toe to spring out of the ground on their own ord.


    And then a Giant Worm slithered towards Duncan. The worm lowered its head.


    On it was the undeadmander.


    The Undead Commander emerged a ghastly figure that bore the scars of time and the relentless grip of death. The skeletal remnants of his form bore witness to the erosion of flesh and the relentless march of decay.


    Exposed bones jutted out from patches of tattered, decaying flesh, revealing the macabre tapestry of mortality and the ravages of time. His limbs, a skeletal framework that spoke of battles long past, moved with an unnatural fluidity, guided by a sinister force that defied thews of nature.


    This was a tortured soul. The flesh that clung to his skull hung loosely, revealing the bleached bones beneath. Empty eye sockets, void of life but brimming with an eerie malevolence purple light, seemed to stare into the void of the living.


    Yet, amidst the morbid decay, a mystical glow emanated from the Commander''s chest. A magical purple stone, embedded in the cavity where a heart once beat, pulsed with an otherworldly energy. The stone, a conduit for dark magic, radiated an unsettling aura that shed with the lifeless pallor of the surrounding undead.


    His eyes, twin orbs of malevolent purple light, pierced through the darkness like beacons of spectral power. The glow intensified as the Commander fixated his gaze, a harbinger of the dark forces that animated his skeletal frame. Those violet eyes seemed to hold the echoes of a sinister intelligence, a remnant of the consciousness that lingered within the undead shell.


    His mouth did not open, but rather his words echoed through his throat like the feedback from a mountain, "I have let you mourn as per our agreement!"


    Duncan suddenly frowned as he wiped away his tears, "can''t you let us some more time?"


    "To preserve the power and cosmic energy...I need him freeesssshhhhh!" The Undeadmander replied.


    Duncan nodded his head as he stood to his feet. He brought out a ball from his pocket. This tiny ball was ck and had all sorts of runes carved on its body.


    He dropped the ball on wed''s chest.


    "Rapio Anima!"


    Immediately, the ck ball glowed, and then from wed''s body, a spectral was drawn into the ck ball. a careful look at this spectral and one could tell that it looked just like wed.


    "I have taken his soul. Just as per our agreement, and now, you have the corpse of Deep level Demon a step into the Great Demon rank!"


    The undeadmander frowned a bit, "the agreement was a Great Demon body."


    Duncan nodded, "I know, but trust me when I say this. If wed had not been injured by my father and was still at full strength, then even twice your current army would have not been enough."


    The Undeadmander eased his frown. He walked up to wed''s body and then he took a knee over his corpse. He bent forward and opened his mouth.


    Purple rays of light rushed from his mouth and into wed''s body...