Soliette felt an epiphany. The man who had taken over the Saintess's body, Fyodor, was the very entity she had been hunting ever since she inherited the title of Archmage.
He was the only one who could summon the Black Dragon in full, the only one who possessed knowledge of the Dragon Bones' true whereabouts. He was the key to everything she sought to prevent.
Yet facing him now, she understood something painfully clear.
If this were meant to be an easy fight, she would have denied it outright.
Because in truth, she was losing.
No, they were losing.
Crackle——!
The air split apart as another surge of black mana ripped through the sky. Soliette barely managed to erect a barrier before the shockwave slammed into her, sending tremors through her arms and rattling her bones. The barrier shattered almost instantly.
