"It's you?!"
Fuming Ge looked at Ronan with disbelief in his eyes, his face frozen as the mask was removed.
"Ronan Damien!"
"You're not dead?!"
Fuming Ge never imagined that the young Southern Wizard he once forced to enter the Storm Realm, due to a Heramus Inheritance, did not perish as he had imagined, but instead transformed—becoming the foremost wizarding genius of the Destiny Empire, the Golden Dawn!
"Disappointed?"
Ronan's gaze swept across coldly, and under the light of dawn, the Golden Flame Blade silently slashed down, the overwhelming pressure descending like a torrent.
Fuming Ge was wrapped in a dazzling golden brilliance, awakening from the shock of discovering Ronan's true identity as if awakening from a dream.
He quickly entered the state of True Spirit, forming seals with his hands, a massive black hexagram spell circle expanding outward.
"Crack—"
