"Why not seize the opponent's Divine Format?"
Kalanis shook her head.
"This Divine Format has been condensed by the Tyrant Monarch over millions of years and is tainted with his fallen will. Controlling this Divine Format would mean never breaking through its limitations in this lifetime."
"I have my own path to walk, one that can take me farther..."
When she was only at a low level, Kalanis could already wrestle the Authority from the Tyrant Monarch, how could she look up to him...
Lear instantly understood, a smile appearing on his face.
This is his unyielding warrior!
He pondered for a moment, then turned to look at the Goddess of Misfortune.
"I hope you aim to be like Her Highness, the Goddess of Misfortune, and one day stand at the same height."
The Goddess of Misfortune heard this and looked meaningfully at Lear and Kalanis, saying nothing.
A strong fighting spirit rose in Kalanis's eyes.
"My lord, that day is not far off..."
Lear laughed heartily.
