The glowing particles of mist flew alongside them as they were dragged by the spectral vortex emanating from the magic circle. Deadly lightning struck down from the sky, tearing through the auroras and seeking to kill anything in its path.
At that moment, a laugh echoed.
It was Elyndor.
"You're coming with me…"
Unable to win, Elyndor had resorted to one last dirty trick. No one knew what would happen, but neither Azel, Marco, nor Mitsuki had any idea what to do. The ground grew more distant, yet the magic circle shone brighter.
Monar had to know something about this! They all looked at him desperately, searching for answers. The dark elf didn't hesitate—he conjured a wave of wind that pulled them all closer to him.
"I don't know what the dragon is planning, but the mana and prana coming from the magic circle belong to a teleportation spell. It's also a spell that activates post-mortem, so I couldn't anticipate something like this happening."
Frightened, Mitsuki spoke up.
