"Your Majesty, you must stop the ritual."
Barbaltan paused slightly, then turned back.
But even with his back to the Crystal Mountain, the green fire in his eyes had yet to fade.
The Desert King seemed somewhat hesitant for a moment—on one side was the minister he trusted, on the other that voice calling to him—chaotic factors tangled in his mind, and for a time they gained the upper hand, making him slowly take a step back and lightly shake his head.
The ritual could not be stopped.
That was Affia's last hope—
"Of course the ritual cannot be stopped," Seniman also said with a sinister smile. "Once it is halted, all previous efforts will be wasted."
"Where do you intend to go to find another Emerald Star this enormous?"
"Shut up, Seniman!" Ebene shouted in anger.
The latter only smiled without replying, his eyes filled with awe as he looked at this Mountain of Crystal.
This must be what they call a gift—
