Bright blue arcs of electricity flicker in the void, and a figure suddenly appears beside Ronan.
A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and a high nose, emitting the powerful aura of a Level 3 Wizard, his teeth clenched in anger as he murmurs Angelie’s name, it seemed as if he wished to chew up the name and swallow it whole to relieve his hatred.
He quickly grabs Jupiter, who was kneeling on the ground, gives Ronan a cold glance, then suddenly propels himself in a direction and vanishes without a trace in a blink of an eye.
Ronan stands in the open Combat Arena, looking around at the chaos erupting everywhere.
Some of the wizards, originally geniuses, suddenly rise in rebellion, launching fierce attacks on their comrades and members of other forces.
In the Silver Magic Ring’s domain, Ronan recognizes several familiar faces, including Deby of the Seventh Magic Ring Wizard geniuses who traveled with him on the way here.
Dispelling his previous composed and restrained nature, his face is now twisted with ferocity and madness.
Orian, gravely wounded by someone, pale-faced, is staunchly protected in the midst by Caroni and Archiduo.
Numerous figures, clad in Black Robes and faces obscured, chanting "Resurrection and Salvation," seem to spring out of thin air from the Goblin plain surrounding the venue, continuously joining the battlefield.
A voice roars with rage from afar, "Even the Sajiers Family has betrayed us?!"
He turns his head sharply, only to see a terrifying figure engulfed in orange-gold Flames wreaking havoc within the Thorny Palace’s territory, leaving behind swathes of charred ground...
In a trance, Ronan seems to see before his eyes a strange pattern intersecting six rings, the top Three Rings being intact, the bottom three shattered.
Ancient Witch Revival Association!
Ronan’s mind shakes, his eyes reflecting the Sun of Dawn in the night sky above, which are colliding and clashing unrestrained.
Angelie being with the Ancient Witch Revival Association wasn’t surprising to Ronan at all.
Angelie’s personality made it seem natural for him to do something crazy.
What really surprised him was how the Ancient Witch Revival Association had so thoroughly infiltrated the Six Great Wizarding Forces, not to mention the Level 2 and Level 3 Wizards, even a dominant figure who had reached Level 4 Dawn, a leader of a force, was also with the Ancient Witch Revival Association.
"...Under the Light of Dawn, how could those hiding in shadows have the opportunity to wreak havoc?"
What if the "Dawn" itself... has been eroded by the shadows?
Ronan bites down on his teeth hard, dashes towards the direction of the Magic Ring but halfway through, he collides with a "Silver White Wall" as smooth as a mirror.
He passes through it without any hindrance, only to find himself suddenly "retreating" back to the starting point.
Ronan pauses briefly, tries a few times from different directions, but ends up with the same result.
"Space Array magic..."
Ronan seems to have been "trapped."
And he is not the only one that’s trapped.
Standing before the Mirror Court’s glowing Silver White Wall, Ronan looks out and sees similar mirror walls scattered everywhere.
They divide the vast battlefield into isolated small areas, with only the wizards of the Resurrection Society in Black Robes able to pass freely.
"Is it one of the two Dawn Magic Tools obtained from the core area of Mirror Court?"
Even Dawn Wizards can turn traitor, so it doesn’t seem strange for someone from the Ancient Witch Revival Association to acquire a couple of Dawn Magic Tools.
So their true purpose is to obtain that shattered World Stone?
Ronan muses, his fingers lightly brushing the void before him, and in the spreading ripples, he sees Caroni watching him from not too far away.
The latter is tense, his eyes complicatedly fixed on him, his lips muttering, eventually letting out a few words with resignation: "Damien... take care of yourself..."
Ronan nods at him, turns back, and calms down to think of a Breakthrough.
Compared to the chaotic and murderous battlefield elsewhere, his current location is relatively peaceful.
Until now, no one from the Ancient Witch Revival Association has noticed him.
"First, I need to figure out how to break out of this battleground divided by the Magic Tool, if I can’t rescue the Magic Ring, at least ensure my own safety..."
Ronan is thinking when suddenly a shadowy figure in a Black Robe quietly steps into his view.
His expression shifts slightly, he takes a few slow steps forward, reaching for the earring on his left ear, ready for battle at any moment.
Unexpectedly, the Black Robe figure, radiating murderous intent as if about to approach him, is gently tugged by someone.
"Leave this one for now..."
"He has the key World Stone coordinates on him... and besides, this guy’s life... has already been predetermined by someone..."
Ronan hears the conversation between the two Black Robe figures, and his about-to-strike posture freezes in an instant.
So it turns out that he was not missed in the fight until now, but on the contrary... he is the one who is being "closely watched"!
Regarding the World Stone coordinates, he’d only mentioned them to Kosti.
Kosti probably reported it, and since there are members of the Resurrection Society among the Dawn Wizards, it’s not strange for this secret to have been leaked.
What really piqued Ronan’s curiosity was...
His expression becomes tranquil, he simply sits down on the spot, squints his eyes, and scans the figures flickering across the battlefield.
"Who has predestined my fate?"