The Death Spirit was stunned to find itself in a soul space untouched by the flood of blood.
It remembered what the voice had told it—
It only needed his cooperation and energy.
Of course, the Death Spirit hadn't trusted so easily.
It had asked how much of its power would be required—
But the voice had simply answered:
It didn't know.
What finally convinced him…
Was when the voice said it was related to saving Drakion.
He had no choice but to agree—
Because if Drakion fell into dire straits,
So would he.
But what truly surprised him was the sudden appearance of another person—
Drax.
There was some familiarity there.
And that familiarity was enough to make the Death Spirit calm.
Ding!
[Are you both ready?]
Drax nodded.
And when the Death Spirit saw this,
He too gave a solemn nod.
Ding!
[Beginning Partial Summoning of the Progenitor Dragon from the Ancient Past.]
In the next breath, the Death Spirit witnessed an overwhelming light surge—
