The King is dead, long live the King

Thersar’s POV

When we reached the Macabantrah castle, no one could deny that it looked like a vast complex. Still, when Erzelus managed to open the gate of Macabantrah Castle with his blood, the magnitude of its interior appalled me. As soon as Erzelus vanished, a surge of troops of respawn demons flooded out of the castle, obscuring me from seeing more of the insides of the fortress.

Kandreah was just about to unsheathe his Morningstar chthonic mace and lead the attack with vampiric Faes when tendrils of black magic mixed with zaps of amethyst electric currents rippled, nested and wrapped around him, tugging him into the castle, scattering all the warriors ahead of its way. He roared as he tried to resist and thrashed against the force which was suffocating and dragging him in, but he was soon pulled in by a mighty yank, which ended this tug-war. He was sucked in with full speed and strength to the insides of the castle. He was still fighting, roaring and resisting the pull when he