The snowfield began to crack, each fissure as if sliced open by an invisible blood light, and the end of the snow domain seed to transform into a gigantic magic circle.
"I will ask one last ti," Mr. Rocky, have you really not considered joining our Blood Clan?"
The silvery-white snowfield was whipped by the bone-chilling wind that billowed Count Gregory’s long coat, yet the cold seed non-existent to him.
"I truly admire you; your talent should be utilized by our Blood Clan."
The cracks gradually emanated light, and blood-colored mist rose into the sky, enveloping the entire snow domain in front of Siegler and Lanci as if tons of magic power were about to crash down.
His steps were slow and steady as he observed the expressions of Siegler and Lanci.
The little werewolf’s breathing was full of exhaustion, his eyes brimming with confusion.
And beside her, the imperial craftsman remained expressionless, seemingly unaffected by any external emotions.
As a human being, he exuded the unshakable aura of a superior being.
His re gaze seed to deny all of Count Gregory’s offers.
"... Then it is unfortunate, but since you both are enemies of the Blood Clan, you will both be annihilated."
Count Gregory’s voice carried a tinge of disappointnt, and those deep, majestic crimson eyes seed abyssal, capable of sinking one’s soul into endless indulgence and gradual loss.
He had lost all patience.
"..."
Siegler looked up at the towering figure beside her, clearly aware that she stood no chance against the Earl of the Blood Clan.
Lanci might have survived, but because he had angered the Earl of the Blood Clan, now he, too, would be eradicated.
All she could see was the snowflakes around her trembling under the power of this tremor, as if resisting an indescribable fear.
Thick dark clouds gathered in the sky, rapidly swirling under the pull of the bloody magic power, forming a vast vortex.
In this world, all sounds and colors seed to be devoured by Count Gregory’s magic power, leaving behind only dead silence.
On the ground, Lanci and Siegler could hardly feel their own existence; everything around them beca blurred and unclear.
The magic seals released by Count Gregory threatened to erase everything, including their very perceptions.
"It’s over."
Count Gregory coldly declared as a blood-red tsunami from within the vortex fell from the sky.
At this life-and-death mont, Siegler was oddly calm.
Her eyes reflected Lanci’s figure, and her purple pupils twinkled with gentleness and acceptance.
She had imagined many ways she might die.
But she never thought that when facing death, she would find an ending as peaceful as a dream.
She knew there was no hope, just as there would never be sunlight in the Land of Perpetual Night.
But she grabbed Lanci’s hand.
With him by her side, the Gentle Town of her dreams seed half as real.
Maybe, just maybe.
Her lips trembled, yet no sound erged.
Ti accelerated in an instant, and a torrent of magic power enveloped their figures.
Astonishing explosions suddenly erupted over the snowfield, with millions of thunderclaps resonating in the air as if to shake the entire world!
Count Gregory watched with a cold smile as all the weak were subrged by the magic power.
An abrupt gale swept across the entire snowfield, heralding the approach of dawn.
The initial Roar of the Storm Dragon, at first a tiny whirl, swiftly turned into a raging hurricane capable of tearing everything apart.
Under this formidable Seventh-order Wind Magic, all the magic Count Gregory had cast was as fragile as paper, easily extinguished by the wind.
And it wasn’t over yet.
Lanci covered Siegler’s eyes.
The earth roared, blood staining the snow.
His other hand burst forth with dazzling orange lightning that reached for the sky!
Was he a destroyer or a ruiner?
In that instant, Count Gregory, whose face turned pale under the illumination, could not tell.
Suddenly.
A blinding light, like the sun itself, filled the entire snowfield.
The Land of Perpetual Night instantly beca a pure world of light that seed ready to burst through the night sky, wrapping the entire snowscape in a layer of rainbow-like mist!
As if ripples cast down from pristinely white Heaven, the Land of Perpetual Night saw a sphere of light rise like tomorrow’s sun. Beneath its glow, the earth grew warm.
Under this mighty force, ti seed to reverse, from midnight to midday!
Count Gregory, who had previously looked down from on high, was now painfully clutching his eyes as if pierced by a thousand needles, while being swept into the sky by the winds from [Roaring of the Storm Dragon].
The power of the sun changed the color of the sky, piercing the clouds.
The wind under the daylight caressed the earth gently, making the snowflakes hang in the air, seemingly capable of both rising and falling.
And standing at the center of this tempest was the deity who controlled the sun.
His eyes were filled with compassion and rcy, yet tinged with a touch of regret, as if declaring the end of this ga.
This was a [Summon] Lanci hadn’t used for a long ti, now finally letting it shine forth once again.
[Shining Virtue]
[Category: Summon Card]
[Grade: Orange Epic]
[Level: 3]
[Effect: Continuously consus a large amount of mana, summoning an extrely bright and harmless mini sun that interferes with the vision of all targets, raising the temperature nearby, with the light’s effect gradually intensifying in enclosed spaces and diminishing in open terrains.]
[Note: In the mornings we sing in chorus, piercing clouds to reach the supre, rcy, and omnipotence, revered by all the saints, glory and praise, be to the wondrous body of the sun. Lay down your golden crowns around the Crystal Sea Coast, ten thousand celestial troops kneel in worship, chanting en masse our Lord’s true na, Rann.]
"No, no, it can’t be ahhh!!"
In that mont, Count Gregory would have preferred to believe that the light stabbing his eyes was rely an illusion technique.
But in truth, his strength had been sapped to just a tenth!
Even the power of the sun seed to be refracting and amplifying on the snowfield, determined to give him a punishnt more terrifying than the scorching sun at noon.
"The day’s plans are in its morning, young people should go to bed early and rise early, keeping good routines, otherwise reversing day and night. I’ve caught another night owl from the Blood Clan."
Lanci listened to Count Gregory’s heart-rending cries under the light of the Shining Virtue, while he covered Siegler’s eyes, sighing.
He always felt that the Blood Clan had one major problem: their sleeping habits were too poor.
This was not only bad for their physical and ntal health but also could set a bad example for the youth.
He had almost led Siegler astray.
"You..."
Siegler’s voice was hoarse, her eyes covered by Lanci, the glaring light also instinctively made her close her eyes.
She didn’t know what had happened.
But at that mont, she wondered if she truly was dreaming.
As it turned out.
There was a sun even under the blood moon.
There was a person like the sun in her dreams.
Soone to bring her radiance when she felt the world had co to a dead end.
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