However, when everyone looked up, they only saw a slender figure wrapped in a red robe.
The figure's entire body was shrouded in the robe, barely revealing some female features, but even the hood that could have shown her face was engulfed in darkness, not allowing any glimpse of her visage. The flame illuminating the crowd came from the palm of her hand.
At the moment they saw the flame, people clearly understood the identity of the person before them.
Because that flame was the King's Soul! A genuine King's Soul!
So, this could only be the Izalith Witch!
The vast area only had one person, making it appear enormous, perfectly suited for a marathon.
However, the field was so extensive that it slightly felt off, seemingly more fitting for a battle against a giant creature, right?
"Though I can't see her face, I've gotten a bit excited," the warrior gripped his weapon tightly, beads of sweat rolling down as he grinned.
