Stephen knelt on the ground, his eyes devoid of light, pupils vacant, and his complexion gloomy and lifeless.
"It's over…"
That was the truest thought echoing in the depths of his heart.
The white-robed woman who had followed him loyally—even though she had fled thousands of miles away—had still been slain in an instant.
And the elite task force he had painstakingly assembled over weeks, composed entirely of Legendary mages, had been completely wiped out in one fell swoop.
He had considered, briefly, the possibility that someone powerful might be backing Alan.
But never in his worst nightmares had he imagined that the person behind Alan… was a King Magus. And not just any King Magus, but one so devastatingly powerful!
As this realization settled in his mind, Stephen couldn't help but glance with deep resentment at Alan, who lay unconscious on the ground nearby.
