Deep within the celestial void, obscured by the veil of starlight, the ancient guardian observed his challenger. He watched as a blinding halo of thousands of High-Class skill scrolls materialized around the young Sovereign, turning the dark vacuum into a sea of luminescent magic.
'This girl has so many skills... What had she been up to?' The Senior thought, watching the battle from the shadows, genuinely baffled by the sheer volume of resources she possessed.
"Let's go!"
A perfectly balanced High-Class sword appeared seamlessly in Mirabella's grasp. Without a fraction of hesitation, she shot forward like a comet towards the thousands of phantoms. She clashed brutally into their front lines with deep resentment, pouring all her pent-up anger and frustration over her restricted powers into the chaotic battle.
