The dark silver giant tailless dragon behind roared, spread its wings, and pursued.
Ronan seemed not to notice, his figure silently stopping before the soul plate.
He quickly placed his hand on the soul plate, grasping the edge of the spinning surface. Instantly, a searing pain like grabbing a red-hot iron spread from the depths of his soul, quickly threatening to engulf his entire body.
"Hoo—"
The fierce wind stirred by the dragon's wings whipped Ronan's long hair, making his magic robe flap noisily.
He seemed unaware, his eyes solely fixed on the soul plate in his hands.
"Just this once, Ewaqu!"
"I can only strive for this one chance for you to restart. If it fails..."
"Then I'll have to say sorry."
Saying this, Ronan gritted his teeth and exerted force with his hands, relentlessly turning the soul plate amidst the soul-burning-like pain.
