Every spellcasting became increasingly difficult, and an inexplicable fear surged within her heart.
"Why have I fallen into this situation?" Alina's heart was a mix of bitterness.
As the Silver Moon Princess, she possessed powerful spiritual power and unwavering faith.
However, at this moment, she felt helplessness and despair surge like a tide, nearly drowning her.
As one black spell after another attacked her, Alina barely resisted but was still heavily struck.
Pain made her almost unable to breathe; the heart-wrenching discomfort made her realize that her strength was gradually depleting.
In an instant, everything she used to be proud of and fought for seemed insignificant and useless.
"See, you are destined to fail!"
The Bloodline Mage's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Your people have all become our experiments, and you are nothing but a stumbling block!"
Hearing this, images of her captured clansmen flashed through Alina's mind.
