"I understand, Lady Saint."
After taking in the black-haired girl's serious face, Vinova made her decision. Her stomach dropped as the weight of what was to come settled on her shoulders.
She concentrated the last trace of power from burning her soul onto her staff. Though doing this would consume massive life force in her current state, Vinova's movements showed no hesitation. Her hands remained steady even as her chest tightened with dread.
After all, the Saint planned to use her life to seal that monster. How could she hesitate?
She began chanting ancient, complex incantations to open the gate to the Trial Space. Her severe injuries and soul power consumption made her voice weak, but it carried determination that cut through the air. Each word bore strong magical power, gradually forming a flickering magic array around them.
