Soon, at the wind plain, the area where Ureyn's mill was located, many monsters would gather to watch the String Duel—a rare event in these lands, especially when Phantom was fighting a monster.
However, if Adam dies before that, there will be no duel, and Gareyna came here for that very reason.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this, young man."
Gareyna clenched her fists as the threads swirled around her, taking the form of two ghosts with claws as sharp as blades.
"Ureyn cannot surpass his level if he fights only for victory. The pure rage at the sight of Nollura's head in your hand should have been the impetus that helped him break through the next barrier. BUT!"
She gritted her teeth in anger, staring intently at Nollura, wanting to incinerate her with a single glance.
"That stupid bitch isn't even good enough to die for a great cause!"
