Humans were beings driven by emotion. Even a saint could not completely suppress the negative feelings that lurked in the depths of their heart. No matter how superhumanly strong one could be, if struck directly by Kartos’s magic, they would waver.0

The only way to resist was to shield one’s mind with an impenetrable barrier created by Myst. In other words, a barbarian who lacked an understanding of the Myst would be utterly defenseless, swallowed whole by the spell.0

Yet, Ketal remained unchanged. He only stared at Kartos with a puzzled expression. 0

This can’t be happening! Kartos thought. 0

Of course, Kartos wasn’t at his full strength. After all, he had been defeated by a Hero and revived as a lich, with his skills diminished to less than a quarter of his prime. His mana, too, depended heavily on artifacts. Even so, it should have been effortless to dominate the barbarian who couldn’t wield the Myst.0

A distorted cry of frustration escaped Kartos. “Argh!”0

Magic flared once more. An unseen torrent of mana surged into Ketal’s mind, tearing through it with brutal force. It was a spell so potent that even an enlightened master would have succumbed, their mind breaking and their spirit drowning in despair.0

However, Ketal simply...0