"So weak."
"So weak."
"So weak."
So weak...
Three words echoed in the expansive palace.
There must be some special acoustic structure in this palace.
The echo lasted for so long.
So long that a simple sentence, when heard by Yi Lin and others, seemed to say: utterly weak.
Yi Lin's expression darkened.
Even he felt somewhat displeased.
The undisguised contempt in the eyes of the man sitting on the throne was bare.
Who is he?
A question arose in Yi Lin's mind.
But the knowledge infused by the Heroic Spirit Seat let him understand a fundamental concept.
—Master and Servant.
The Holy Grail War, in essence, is a magic ritual.
An ancient magic ritual.
In the realm of magic, anything that can be termed a "ritual" is no ordinary magic.
First, a large amount of preparation, cumbersome prerequisites, and substantial magic power support are needed to complete a magic ritual.
The Holy Grail War… or to say, the Holy Grail Ritual, is one of the elite examples.
