Chapter 163: Master of Twilight

The throne slammed into him and went into him in a flash, rocking him back on his feet. A wave of power followed an aura that sent shockwaves ripping through the room.

Belialthorn groaned as the Throne settled inside him like it was meant to be there. For a moment there, he had tasted power, it had danced at the tip of his tongue but it eluded him now and the Throne faded into the backyard of his mind, replacing the Crown.

Alaric's Incarnatio was Hiding Dark and its representation was a dark hand that leaked liquid darkness that spat as it touched the floor.

Alaric hit the ground as he said the name for the first time, shivering as he too felt that power before it faded into the background.

Rota's was a single fang but it was long like a spear and thin. It was called Mother, piercing her chest as she called it.