— Luna Heart's POV —
My fingers were trembling, as though every last drop of blood inside them had evaporated.
Even holding the magic staff my teacher had given me had become an arduous task. My awareness had almost completely detached itself from my body, and I had begun perceiving everything around me from an entirely different perspective.
What I was about to unleash was a spell far beyond my current level.
A spell equivalent to the Saint Rank, at the very least.
Ethan had told me that the Knight Commander's weakness was ice. I had no idea how he could possibly know something like that, but I chose to trust him. He wasn't the kind of person who said things without reason.
At least, not on the battlefield.
I had only recently reached the Elite Rank, and although that advancement had granted me a far deeper connection to the Astral World where the spirits dwelled, it still wasn't enough for me to cast a Saint-rank spell.
