Gloriel soared across the sea toward the distant mountain range.
Devoid of a physical body, traversing the world in spiritual form imposed far too many limitations.
'Damn it. If only I'd managed to possess a descendant's body, I could have recovered some power.'
The fact that he had lost Julius—the body of his descendant—still infuriated him.
He had discovered that Julius was being held on a magic vessel near the Holy Capital and attempted to infiltrate it, but the defenses around the cabin were too powerful.
That creature had interfered.
Forcing his way in was possible, but it would have exposed him to that cursed monster.
He needed time for his soul to adjust to a new vessel—and he couldn't afford such a risk.
Gloriel—no, Lucian—shuddered at the memory of the creature.
'If it weren't for that damn monster… I should never have tried to show off back then.'
It was a regret that had haunted him for millennia.
