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As Allan charged toward the Lichlord with the intent to end the battle once and for all, the undead creature greeted him in a far different manner than expected.
"You really think you can win, you pitiful humans?!" the Lichlord roared. "Die!!!"
Driven by pure anger and frustration, he warped the surrounding space and hurled both Allan and Zack into a vast abyss formed from swirling shadow specters and tormented ghosts.
"Netherworld Abyss Sea Domain!" he bellowed. "Drown in the depths of abyssal despair! HAHAHAHA!"
As his manic laughter echoed, thousands of spectral arms erupted from every direction. They seized Allan and Zack, pulling them relentlessly downward into the dark abyss below.
"Nnnggh!"
"D-Damn it!"
The pair desperately activated their techniques and powers, but nothing worked as intended. Their life force was rapidly draining away as the shadows dragged them deeper.
"Uncle, we're…! Uncle?" Zack called out in confusion.
