Emery stood atop the southern wall, his soul strained and yet his spirit resolute. He intentionally taunted the barbarian beastmaster, hoping to lure her into making a mistake.
With only one of her three godly beasts remaining, her position was fragile. More importantly, her soul had only recently integrated into a new physique—her control unstable, her power dimmed.
Now was the time. If Emery could eliminate her, he might sever her connection to the Varkhall Banner entirely. With that, he could truly make the artifact his own. But instead of charging through the shattered barrier, the beastmaster halted halfway. Her eyes, filled with wrath, flickered toward the top of the citadel.
There, standing still as a mountain, cloaked in divine pressure, was the Supreme Magus—Rosin Karat. The aura surrounding him now blanketed the entire fortress. The barbarian's expression twisted with a mix of fear and fury. In her current state, she dared not cross the wall.
