Upon hearing the announcement, everyone fell silent, their mouths agape.
Nysera, who had initially had the upper hand, was defeated decisively by Catrine.
Although they knew Catrine was very strong, wasn't this a bit too much?
Her strength had even surpassed most of the first wave of students.
Catrine smiled slightly. She sheathed her sword, glanced at Nysera one last time, and jumped down to her brother's side.
"I did it!" she said, her eyes forming a crescent moon.
Merlin smiled and nodded slightly. "Well done. You did a great job."
He patted her head and rubbed it gently.
"Hehehe..." Catrine squirmed happily.
Nothing was more satisfying than being praised by her big brother.
"By the way, I'm curious about one thing. What you just did—was that the power of your bloodline?"
In the novel, the ability of the Sovereign of Winter's bloodline was described as extraordinarily powerful. Its user, in this case Catrine, could transform through five stages.
