Chapter 347: The Dark Great Mage
Mirabella narrowed her eyes at Andrew’s arrogance. She turned her head to Grace, her tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation: "Activate your new bloodline, and use the skill I gave you last night." She said seriously.
"Um... I... I don’t know how to handle that state." Grace stammered, her hands visibly trembling as she gripped her staff, her breathing growing shallow. The raw, cataclysmic memory of the skill scroll Mirabella had handed her in the dead of night was enough to make her core shudder.
"Don’t worry, you can do it... Besides, if you don’t use it, how will you Master it?" Mirabella said; Without another word, she turned back to the stage, expecting absolute obedience.
"Come on! Don’t disappoint Big sister! You saw how I handled my match! Show him who’s the strongest." Carl said with a confident, reassuring smile, trying to inject some of his own battle-hardened courage into her.
Hitachi, Austin, and the others from the Dragon Academy stared intently at the three, all completely lost. What sort of forbidden ability did Mirabella secretly pass to Grace during their brief rest period?
"Grace, we are waiting for you." Davy called out, his amplified voice echoing through the massive coliseum, drawing the collective focus of millions back to the arena floor.
"Yes."
Grace took a deep, shuddering breath, filling her lungs with air, and slowly exhaled to steady her racing heart. She marched forward with determined strides, her boots clicking against the pristine stone until she stood exactly 50 meters away from Andrew.
Up in the staging area, the suspense was suffocating.
"Um... Captain, what skill did you give her?" Aurelia couldn’t hold back her intense curiosity any longer, and asked, her eyes darting between the two girls.
"Just watch." Mirabella said, her expression remaining perfectly flat and unreadable.
"...?"