Azrael sighed, shaking her head, reading it, "Caelindra, the woman you love… Sorry, but she cannot be saved at this point."
Leo clenched his fist tightly, his eyes squeezed shut against the pain.
Azrael pressed on, "In order to deal with her… There are many stories, some lies, some truths. Some even disguised her as a man to crown her in the Kingdom. Not many gave a definite answer.
She was nothing more than a mortal who reached the pinnacle of magic. Except her sword… Take it from her hand, and even a mortal human could wound her!"
She finished, looking at Leo, who took a deep breath, struggling to steady himself, and finally nodded.
Raphael nodded too, her expression thoughtful, "So now we know their weaknesses. It's time to plan our counterattack—"
"Wait, there's more," Azrael interrupted, turning the page with urgency and continuing to read.
"You may already know about the ranks of spirits, but for practical use, you need to understand their powers.
