Spirit Lance(2)

An overwhelming grey tide surged through Richard’s soul, a wave of destruction that spread through every part of it. At the same time, the image of a troll appeared deep within his sea of consciousness; Drahkzan had projected himself here!

A silhouette of Richard himself appeared next to Drahkzan, an embodiment of his soul. The troll chieftain laughed heartily, pressing his giant palm against Richard’s head, “Kneel before me! Even a plunderer from another world must serve the great Drahkzan!”

Richard felt an enormous pressure on his head, the force so great that his bones started creaking as though they could shatter at any moment. A soul struggle obviously couldn’t affect one’s physical body so easily; the reason for this feeling was Drahkzan’s immense advantage in power. The moment Richard knelt, he would be subdued; his mind would then be chained to the warlord’s, a part of his soul...