The gates of the Nether Crypt rumbled open, and a tall, white figure emerged through the widening gap.

Dustin stood with his hands clasped behind his back. Golden radiance swirled around him, turning the night sky bright as day. The black mist seeping through the doorway instantly dissipated when it touched the glow.

"Trying to run?" His voice cracked like thunder through the passage. "When you massacred tens of thousands of innocent people, did you think this day would never come?"

A vicious gleam flashed in Lucan’s eyes. He hurled the human skin upward and shouted, "Crimson Rite—unleash!"

The strip of human skin expanded in midair, swelling into a massive red curtain. Twisted human faces writhed and screamed across its surface, stretching the flesh as they clawed from within.

At that instant, the Cryptbound Twelve struck in unison.

Bone blades, whips, and spears tore through the air as twelve blurred shadows—each one howling with razor-sharp force—charged toward Dustin.

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