In the calm altar, Ronald's brows were tightly knit.
At this moment, the disturbance caused by the recent mobilization of Magic Power had already disappeared, and the strings he had sensed were nowhere to be found.
On the deserted mountaintop, no changes could be seen.
The anomalies that had appeared before dissipated like dust.
"..."
Ronald silently walked away, found a moss-covered stone, and sat down, his gaze full of thought.
The actual situation just now was—it was quite smooth for Ronald to invade the Seven-string Seal, and he hadn't failed.
However, just as he was about to take over control of the spell.
Something suddenly emerged from the depths of the seal, interrupting the entire process of taking over the spell. Without daring to damage the Seven-string Seal, Ronald gave up resisting, and the prepared Magic Power naturally dissipated along with it.
Before taking action, Ronald had been ready to face failure.
