Chapter 165
A brilliant blue light enveloped his vision.
The moment an intangible energy wrapped around his entire body, time seemed to stand still.
Simultaneously, a strange man’s voice echoed in Khal’s ears.
[This is the place where the history and treasures of the Stark family reside. To claim everything here, you must face the challenge alone.]
“Bagrova, Kurabil.”
Realizing the voice was referring to his spiritualized divine beasts, Khal spoke up.
Then, the spheres of black and red light that had been circling Khal separated from him.
Grrr.
The massive lion with a red mane, Bagrova.
Neigh!
The two-horned Bicorn, Kurabil.
They both appeared highly dissatisfied with the voice heard during the trial.
“Is this enough?”
Khal asked, tilting his head back with an arrogant gaze, and the owner of the voice replied.
[I accept you as a challenger of Stark. If you wish to give up during the trial, you must walk back to the door yourself; once you leave, you cannot challenge it again.]
‘So this is why Lamas and Kiera couldn’t try again.’
What on earth could have happened to make those two powerhouses of the Stark family give up?
Step, step.
His curiosity grew, but the answer would surely reveal itself as he walked forward.
Schwing.
Bierbell let out a clear, sharp ring as it was drawn from its scabbard.
Finally, the light faded, and what appeared before his eyes… was the color of blood.
No, more accurately, before he could perceive anything, he felt an abnormal sign in his body.
Gush!
Khal vomited blood as it surged up his esophagus, and he used the blade of Bierbell to check his eyes.
