Mirabella narrowed her eyes at Andrew's arrogance. She turned her head to Grace, her tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation: "Activate your new bloodline, and use the skill I gave you last night." She said seriously.
"Um... I... I don't know how to handle that state." Grace stammered, her hands visibly trembling as she gripped her staff, her breathing growing shallow. The raw, cataclysmic memory of the skill scroll Mirabella had handed her in the dead of night was enough to make her core shudder.
"Don't worry, you can do it... Besides, if you don't use it, how will you Master it?" Mirabella said; Without another word, she turned back to the stage, expecting absolute obedience.
"Come on! Don't disappoint Big sister! You saw how I handled my match! Show him who's the strongest." Carl said with a confident, reassuring smile, trying to inject some of his own battle-hardened courage into her.
