"I hope you're fully aware of what you're saying."
Muska's voice was icy cold, and as he spoke, the pressure he released once again intensified. A crisp cracking of bones sounded within, and the young man before him was visibly unable to withstand such power.
It seemed he might break at any moment.
"Enough. Acting this way as a Fourth Tier Transcendent—is it something to be proud of?"
"Besides, your approach does nothing to solve the problem."
A mist floated in from the window, and as it touched the ground, it transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman with an alluring figure.
She appeared to be around 30 years old and showed no intention of hiding her Transcendent identity. Her neck, wrists, and ankles were adorned with silver-toned accessories.
Her fair face bore intricate dark patterns, whose hues shimmered faintly as she spoke and breathed.
Roger gave her only a fleeting glance before turning away. In truth, this woman had even preceded them in arriving at the castle.
