Aurelion sat on the edge of the floating rock by the mountain cliff, slowly raising her head to gaze at the deep, dark night sky hanging high above her.
The dense stars shimmered like cold jade, radiating a brilliant and profound light.
Her clear yet melancholic eyes reflected the silvery stars in the sky, but her brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.
As she felt the cool breeze on her face, Aurelion would occasionally sigh deeply.
She wasn't actually worried about her grandfather's decision to bring her teacher into the realm of the dead for a one-on-one fight.
For her, Professor Victor's power was self-evident.
Although at first, when I saw my grandfather suddenly appear and disappear into the thick fog with Teacher Viktor without saying a word...
Aurelion was indeed somewhat surprised and frightened.
But these emotions were quickly replaced by a stronger sense of worry.
What she was more worried about was what would happen after their contest.
It seems that the domain of the dead that my grandfather painstakingly built up will be reduced to ashes by a single blow from Teacher Victor.
Aurelion couldn't imagine how heartbroken her grandfather would be.
After the two left, Aurelion remained where she was.
Even late into the night, she continued to feel the cold wind as she waited quietly.
During this long wait, alone, she began to let her thoughts drift away.
She wondered if she had pushed Mr. Viktor too hard with her behavior.
As a result, the teacher felt a lot of pressure in her presence.
She seems to find it difficult to accept if others behave the same way towards her.
But that's because Teacher Victor kept avoiding her, so she was very angry...
The more Aurelion thought about it, the more confused she became, and the more guilty she felt.
Moreover, he had just said something about expelling Teacher Victor from the Empire because he was deliberately trying to spite the teacher.
The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. She was angry too, feeling that Mr. Victor didn't understand her at all.
But in her anger, she was blinded by rage and unconsciously uttered those harsh words.
Now that she's calmed down, Aurelion feels somewhat lost.
Is she really going to just drive Professor Victor away like this...?
How should she face Mr. Viktor when he appears later?
But the next second, her idea seemed to be confirmed.
A dark green spatial rift suddenly burst open.
A ghostly green aura poured out from it, accompanied by the gentle blooming of ghostly flames.
A chilling aura swept past Aurelion as the rift opened.
Immediately afterwards, a black figure burst out from the eerie green mist and landed steadily on the floating rock behind her.
Aurelion instinctively turned around and looked back.
The scene before her left her frozen in place.
The person who had just emerged from the crevice was indeed Victor, but he was covered in accumulated dust, and blood was even trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Although he still exuded a sharp and confident aura, there was an unavoidable hint of weakness within it.
At that moment, Aurelion felt her heart suddenly tighten, and her mind went blank.
She instinctively cried out:
"old……"
"Victor, are you going to continue?"
Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a deep, weathered voice from behind her.
Behind him, Festan Barlow, his body entangled in raging ghost fire and spirits, slowly emerged from within.
His body was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by billowing, swirling smoke, chaotic and unpredictable.
The cane in his hand burned with a bright, eerie green flame, illuminating the surrounding night.
Aurelion looked somewhat dazed and turned back to look at her grandfather.
No, he no longer looks like my maternal grandfather at all.
Only by looking at the contorted outline of his body, the fluttering clothes, and the surrounding ghosts could one barely recognize that this was her maternal grandfather.
But now, he was as if he were a soul, merging with the tens of thousands of swirling ghosts around him.
The aura of death emanating from him was damp and cold, like a deserted mass grave after a sudden rainstorm.
Like... a spirit that has truly died once.
Aurelion could clearly feel that a kind of fear had been awakened deep within her soul.
A profound sense of death permeated every bone in her body, reaching deep into her marrow, and even made her blood seem to freeze.
powerful……
This was a power that Aurelion clearly sensed, a power she could not contend with.
A power that has even killed gods.
She had only ever felt this sense of power from her own father.
Aurelion's gaze shifted to Victor, who was standing sideways, one hand supporting himself on a rock, and kneeling on one knee.
Seeing the teacher's injured appearance, she felt a pang of anxiety.
She had already imagined the astonishing battle taking place in the realm of the dead.
So in the end... it was actually the teacher who lost?
How... is that possible?
Is this the kingdom's strongest guardian?
Perhaps sensing the aura of Grand Duke Balor, Victor slowly stood up and faced the now-dead Grand Duke Balor once more.
He remained as calm and composed as ever.
Even though he was clearly weak and seriously injured, he showed no fear in front of the elder.
Viktor casually pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Then he flicked his fingers, letting the blood-stained handkerchief drift away in the wind.
He put his hands back into his pockets, smiled at Archduke Barlow, and defiantly provoked him:
That's it?
Upon hearing this, Aurelion was filled with anxiety.
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