The Vastness of Magical Destiny

If Komer still harbored conflicting emotions about the impending battle, Uma, on the other hand, eagerly anticipated its arrival.

A combined effort of the Windriding Knights and the Religious Court?

For Uma, who had long dwelled in the Dark World, such a proposition was nothing short of a blessing. She would never forget why she had been confined in Damarlinsk Castle’s gloomy depths for three hundred years—subjected to the Church of Light’s impositions. Every moment, she craved revenge a hundredfold.

However, Komer’s earlier strategic choice of a forbearing approach forced Uma to restrain her vengeful desires, while her true form had not yet found a more suitable vessel, further limiting her freedom to act.

But now, none of this seemed to matter anymore. Iliana’s body had been almost entirely saturated by Uma’s dark original force. Except for a sliver of purity, her entire physical form had morphed into a Dark Magic Body. Moreover, the Holy Light Power that Iliana’s body originally harbored was corrupted by the dark force, creating a bizarre power that exhibited both the corrosive nature of darkness and the penetrative advancements of light, making it particularly effective against common forms of Elemental Magic.

With this new body, the joy in Uma’s heart was indescribable. Although Komer warned her that she might never erode that bit of purity, Uma did not believe his caution—she had plenty of time.

She could also feel that the trace of Light within her was almost entirely dormant; no external temptations could reignite it. Uma even had Saintess Lome deliberately subject her to Light Recovery Magic to observe any change in that trace of light—but still, it remained silent.

After confirming this outcome, Uma’s heart truly settled. Now, with the Church of Light presenting such an opportunity, how could she let it pass by? Especially at Damarlinsk Castle, her home ground, where she had every reason and power to give these haughty hypocrites a true baptism and let them experience the might of the followers of the God of Darkness to control this world.

Of course, preparations were necessary before this. The Windriding Knights were already renowned throughout the Continent three hundred years ago. Back then, not only were they the vanguard in combating demons but also the foremost executioners of the Dark Lineage. With the Church in its glory for three hundred years, one could only imagine how the power of the Windriding Knights had developed—any slack or oversight might lead to catastrophe. Uma hoped that Komer wouldn’t make the same mistakes as Kennifer III had in the past, and she herself was determined not to repeat history.

Gazing at the dim passage, which was soaked with her tears and sweat, she had wandered aimlessly here for three hundred years; at this moment, Uma’s spirit suddenly found peace. Although lonely, this place always provided a sense of secure tranquility, a relaxing haven—it was her true home, and now, it was time for her to wield all this power to protect everything.

It was time to unlock this Underground World. Uma’s gaze swept over every space as she knew exactly what each dark ban concealed. Beyond various ancient dark and Undead Magic, many spaces hid uncontrollable foreign magical beasts. Over the centuries, most of these beasts had perished, yet the souls of the high-level magical beasts had transformed into ethereal entities under special restrictive conditions—what were known as Undead Magical Beasts!