At that moment, the power transformed into a warm flow, gently coursing through her aching arms and wrists, merging into the blade she gripped tightly.
It was her last ripple.
Her final defiance!
For the people suffering on this land, for the loyal soldiers behind her, she vowed to spare no cost and slash this devil who sold its soul to chaos beneath her sword!
For this—
She would summon her own miracle!
Perhaps Duke Aaron Campbell never anticipated that the sword he prudently thrust toward the next Demon King would unexpectedly pierce the heart of another crisis.
In terms of outcome, that was certainly better.
After all, the maze had never conquered the earth surface, yet chaos had time and again plunged the earth surface into true purgatory.
If Twilight Province fell, Campbell Duchy certainly would not be spared.
Rolandar slightly frowned, suddenly sensing a strong crisis, thus changing his mind to use a sacrifice and decided to first resolve this trouble.
