Chapter 7: The Witch's Forbidden Ritual Part 2 The cemetery became a battlefield. The earth shook as hundreds of corpses moved forward. Behind them... The massive golems advanced. Their bodies were created from stone, earth, and cursed energy. Every step they took created cracks in the ground. But the most dangerous existence was not the army. It was the one controlling them. The witch. She remained in the sky. A black fire orb carried her body. Her hands moved continuously. Every movement created another spell. "Attack." The undead army rushed forward. The controlled guardian spirit moved with them. The protector of Inya Kone Village had become a weapon. Adrian's expression became serious. He did not want to destroy the guardian spirit. But every attack from it contained tremendous force. Boom! The guardian spirit's strike collided with Adrian's sword. The impact pushed him backward. At the same time— The golems attacked from both sides. The witch had created a perfect formation. Tanks in front. Mage in the back. Every enemy protected her. "Interesting." Adrian looked at the battlefield. This was not a simple battle. The witch understood combat. She was using every advantage. The undead absorbed damage. The golems blocked attacks. The guardian spirit suppressed movement. And she continued casting from a safe distance. A rain of dark flames descended. Adrian moved. Void Traverse Art. But the witch predicted his movement. A curse formation appeared beneath him. "Dark Chain Curse." Chains of dark energy erupted. Adrian blocked them with his sword. But another spell followed. "Mind Prison." His vision distorted. The battlefield disappeared. For a moment... Thousands of voices entered his mind. Fear. Anger. Hatred. The emotions of countless trapped spirits. The witch was using every soul she controlled as a weapon. "Your mind cannot escape." "You are only one person." Adrian stood inside the illusion. Silence. Then... A fist moved. Not outside. Inside his own mind. His will broke through the illusion. The memory fragments became clearer. The understanding of countless battles. The understanding of countless techniques. Not as a separate existence. But as knowledge returning to him. Adrian opened his eyes. The illusion shattered. ... Back in reality. The witch's expression changed. "He broke another spell?" Adrian looked at his hands. His sword was not enough. Against this enemy... He needed more. A stronger method. The battlefield itself became inspiration. The witch used dark energy. Curses. Death. Corruption. Then he created the opposite. A power based on purification. A force that destroyed darkness. The energy around Adrian changed. White light gathered. Then... Lightning appeared. The sky trembled. The witch froze. "Thunder?" Impossible. Lightning was not something ordinary supernatural beings could control. Even many powerful beings could only fear its existence. It was a force connected to the higher heavens. Not something humans could simply create. But Adrian was not controlling thunder through this world's methods. He was creating his own technique. "Originless Heavenly Thunder." Lightning wrapped around his sword. The dark energy in the cemetery began disappearing. The witch's eyes widened. "What are you?" Adrian did not answer. He moved. First— "Immortal Breaking Fist." His fist struck the nearest golem. The massive body cracked. Second— "Nine Void Collapse Fist." Nine layers of force exploded from one strike. The golem army was pushed backward. Then— "Originless Heavenly Thunder Sword." The Eternal Void Sword descended. Lightning followed the blade. The sky became bright. The dark clouds were split apart. For the first time... The witch was forced to defend herself. She created hundreds of barriers. Fire. Earth. Wind. Dark formations. All of them combined. But the lightning continued. The witch gritted her teeth. "This power..." "How can you use it?" Adrian looked at her. The answer was simple. He did not borrow this world's power. He created his own. The battle entered its most dangerous stage.