Chapter 212

"Oh my God!!!" Prince Ludiciel shouted, his eyes widening. "I-It's the Dark Lord!!"

The Darklings all gazed at the towering figure in fear.

Prince Ludiciel nudged Alaric with his elbow and whispered; "Hey it's your turn!"

"Oh no! We're all doomed!" Alaric shouted reluctantly, waving his hands in the air like they were all done for. "The Dark Lord is out! We have to get out of here!"

The Darklings and Fredrick; "........"

The Towering figure let out a horrid roar and the Darklings quickly went on their knees, chanting, "Long live the Dark Lord! Long live the Dark Lord!"

The Dark Lord stood tall, a grotesque and terrifying presence. Its eyes burned a fierce red, piercing through the steam and darkness. A black crown, jagged and twisted, sat atop its head and its face was a ghastly mask of evil, with sharp, protruding fangs and a long, serpentine tongue that flicked out menacingly.

The Darklings, now more frenzied than ever, roared