Chapter 167: The Witch and The Contract of Magic (9)
In truth, Dorothea wasn’t certain whether the Chalice of Tuberose would be helpful in this situation.
However.
It’s better than not trying at all.
Since there was no risk in failing, there was no reason not to choose it.
Dorothea decided to casually misuse the power of the sacred treasure.
“Yes, did you call?” Sophia, responding to Dorothea’s call, approached and handed over her mana.
Other people were still in a state of panic, unable to come to their senses while being scattered by the spirits.
Wine-like red mana dwelled in Dorothea’s eyes, and a fissure appeared before her.
Whether because Sophia’s mana was at full capacity, or for some other reason, the fissure was particularly large and clear.
Dorothea reached her hand into the crack.
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Once upon a time, in some ancient time.