The golden teleportation formation roared violently beneath Maxwell.
Ancient draconic symbols spun endlessly while space itself distorted around his body. Golden light swallowed him completely now, causing his figure to slowly become transparent little by little.
The teleportation had already begun.
There was no stopping it anymore.
Yet Maxwell did not feel relief.
Because his eyes remained locked onto his master.
The old man stood alone before the endless darkness.
A fading spiritual body facing a monster hidden within shadows.
Maxwell clenched his fists tightly.
"Master…"
The old man did not turn around anymore.
He simply stood there quietly while golden mana continued leaking endlessly from his transparent body.
The surrounding darkness churned violently.
Then suddenly—
Cerys appeared again.
No warning.
No sound.
One moment there was nothing.
The next—
She was already behind the old master.
Her crimson dagger flashed toward his neck instantly.
Rip!!!
