A Dread Beyond the Soul
The battlefield had been set.
The clash between Victor and the six Spirit Rulers was about to begin.
For several long seconds, no one moved.
The evening breeze swept through the clearing, carrying fallen leaves between the two sides. Even nature seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the first strike.
Instead of attacking immediately, the six Spirit Rulers exchanged silent glances.
Through their spiritual link, voices echoed directly into Isabella's mind.
The Spirit Ruler of Water spoke first, her gentle voice carrying a hint of concern.
"Isabella... is this truly the opponent you wanted us to face?"
The Spirit Ruler of Earth folded her arms, her expression composed.
"His mana is unusual... but I don't sense any hostility yet."
The Spirit Ruler of Wind tilted her head curiously.
"He's smiling."
"Who smiles before facing six Spirit Rulers?"
The Spirit Ruler of Lightning chuckled.
"Either a fool... or someone frightening."
