"Do you really think the game isn't over yet?"
Lanci didn't care at all about Rashar's attacks, looking at the Magic Card in his hand which was already engraved with a petal mark.
It was already past four in the afternoon, and indeed, it should be over.
"Let me show you my Demon King."
Lanci's eyes, calm and serene, did not show a trace of hostility or battle intent, his palm releasing the Orange Epic as if scattering petals, granting it freedom.
The most intense moment of turmoil in Blood Moon City Square.
As if the clouds parted to reveal the sun, the Blood King Palace was cast under the ripples of an eclipse by the black Shining Virtue.
At the focus of the sunlight, pure light mist dispersed, and a silver-haired witch landed on the ground.
Her dress was like silvery-white roses, bringing an intoxicating floral fragrance as she appeared in the square.
"Rashar, do you still remember me."
