Mira felt something she had not even experienced during the Demonic Supernatural Event in Woodstone City.
She felt despair.
Because the figure hovering above her keep was not some ordinary opponent.
Lucky's presence was suffocating.
It pressed down on Mira's chest like an iron weight. The mana around her warped in subtle tremors, bending toward him like the forest itself acknowledged his dominion.
Her hand clenched tighter around the formation stone until her knuckles turned white, the faint glow spilling across her pale fingers.
Her mind screamed at her to act, to hurl the stone down and activate the formation at once. But her instincts betrayed her. They told her the truth her pride refused to accept.
It wouldn't matter.
The stone might buy her time. A few breaths. Maybe even a minute. But not victory.
Lucky moved.
Just a step forward—and the air screamed.
