The man who had been the symbol of magical knowledge for centuries now left no trace of his existence behind.
No one spoke his name, because everyone knew what had happened. He hadn't been killed. He had seen a truth that the world was not built to witness.
For the first time since the battle began, there was no trace of a smile on Ragnar's face.
His gaze fixed on Daniel, on the man still standing in the center of the ruins, calm and indifferent, as if the death of the greatest mage in history was nothing more than a leaf falling from a tree.
He looked at his sword, doubt creeping into his thoughts about his own power. All of them together had still not been able to defeat this monster.
"Is there really no way?" His eyes gleamed with darkness. Now he could understand why the continent was so terrified and helpless against this monster.
Yet he still refused to surrender.
