Chapter 419: Echoes Of A Bond
Chapter 419: Echoes Of A Bond
The shattered glass of the eighth round faded into the vacuum, leaving behind a heavy, pregnant silence. Mirabella turned to the side, seeing the senior walking casually towards her across the invisible floor. His arms were still crossed firmly behind him, and his ancient, perfectly calm gaze met hers, unfazed. She blinked, exhaling a slow breath to steady her mind, then asked:"What next?"
"You truly want to continue?"
Mirabella nodded her head. There was no hesitation in her eyes; she had bled, fought, and sacrificed far too much. She had come this far not to surrender when her ultimate goal—The complete dominion over death—Was already in hand reach.
Seeing her absolute, unyielding determined expression, the senior slowly nodded his head, acknowledging her resolve as a true Sovereign. He raised one hand and lazily snapped his fingers.
WHOOSH!
Mirabella looked quickly over her shoulder as a torrential mass of shimmering waters appeared violently out of thin air, hovering against the backdrop of the stars. She turned fully around towards the swirling water as it began to compress, dense energy weaving together as it took a distinct human shape.
"...?!"
She was completely stunned. As the water settled, solidifying into flesh, bone, and cloth, it formed a man. A man she knew just too well.
"Why are you showing me this person?!" Mirabella asked, her voice cracking slightly, looking over her shoulder at the Senior with a mix of anger and deep confusion.
"You should ask yourself that." The senior replied, his tone as vast and uncaring as the space around them.
"Huh?" Mirabella was genuinely confused, her mind failing her. Why would she have to ask herself that? What did this phantom have to do with her trial?