“Such impudence.” Another figure, a tall and unattractive middle-aged man clad in a robe, descended from the void.

Yet another figure materialized in a shimmer of golden light—a young woman adorned in a black and white robe. Brandishing a sword, she leveled it at the other woman who had arrived before her and reprimanded sternly, “Your audacity knows no bounds, Faela. You’re a successor of the Marciais Power. While Sir Yuldra may tolerate your presence due to his benevolence, such behavior will