The King returns

"There are only four Primordials known to Guardian society; Belzara the devil of lust, Phobius the devil of fear, Damorak the devil of darkness, and Malachar, the king of devils..."

"You have one last chance brother...you don't have to die too" Belzara folded her whip and pulled it with her two hands and a devilish smile on her face. Valdrik was extremely angry, his fists clenched tightly

"I'll rather die than bow to a vicious monster like you!!" he barked, Belzara chuckled then unrolled her whip and hung it over her back

"So this is how it's going to be,...huh?"

She lashed her whip towards him and it stretched rapidly and tore the skin of his face, it would have taken his whole head off if he didn't dodge it at the last second.

"So fast!!" he pulled backward to be futher away from her, he stood over 20 feet away initially and could have sworn that the whip wasn't that long at all, yet it almost hit him from that distance

"I see, the whip increases it's length when lashed to me
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