In the crowd, in a corner undiscovered by anyone.
The silver-haired Lin Disi with a smile on his face, his pale slender fingers gently tapping on the Golden Compass, murmuring to himself: "The game begins."
Meanwhile, Ronan retains a gesture of reaching out to touch the dazzling light.
After feeling the ancient messages transmitted through the fluctuations, his whole being turns unexpectedly tranquil and composed.
The previous entanglement, hesitation, and doubts... All dissipated at this moment.
Ronan shook his head, then continued to reach forward with a calm expression.
His five fingers lightly clasped the dazzling brilliance, which "boom" burst forth, transforming into numerous specks of light, like a miniaturized galaxy, encircling him.
"The Heramus Blood Battle."
At the Life Court headquarters, Molli’er sat swinging her legs on the Red Lotus Staff, with a flame-formed sparrow hopping back and forth in front of her.
"Did this guy’s prayer come true?
Is he really going to die on stage..."
Molli’er muttered, feeling a bit bored with the play, "bang" squashed the flame sparrow in front of her and lazily cast her emotionless gaze towards a silhouette in her view, yawning out of boredom.
"End it quickly... this damn boring match without a hint of excitement..."
"What is ’The Heramus Blood Battle’?"
Down below, Grace, who had been silent since the start of the contest, finally couldn’t help but speak up.
She looked at the Silver-haired Witch beside her with an inquiring gaze. In fact, the information transmitted through the fluctuations she had just come into contact with was already very clear, but she wanted to confirm it again.
The Silver-haired Witch was pondering, before she could speak, Young Wizard Donny, whose face was densely scribbled with graffiti, already sneered and replied first: "It means the inheritance has chosen him.
But he must defeat all the remaining contenders on the stage to truly receive the inheritance...
There’s no second possibility!"
The certainty and disdain in Donny’s tone caused Grace’s expression to change slightly, as she subconsciously pulled out a Communication Stone, as if wanting to relay something to someone.
Beside her, however, came a soft sigh from the Silver-haired Witch.
"It’s useless, it’s not for him to decide."
Grace froze in her movements, and then heard the Silver-haired Witch say in a low voice:
"Once the ’Heramus Blood Battle’begins, the chosen one cannot refuse, cannot admit defeat, cannot give up... other than defeating all contenders and making it to the end, there is only one outcome... to die in battle on the stage...
If this session was merely a gathering of Southern Genius Wizards, he might have that sliver of a chance.
But this time, he’s also encountered Princess Selena’s attendance... it can only be... blamed on his own poor luck..."
Donny’s voice coldly echoed: "At most the second round... Oh no, he’ll probably fall in the first round... He has no right to stand before Princess Selena... Haha..."
Listening to the words of the two, Grace’s expression was stunned, and without realizing it, the Communication Stone specifically for contacting Ronan was gripped tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white.
A brief silence, and then the enormous Ancient Fairy City Ruins watched by tens of thousands of onlookers once again erupted.
Countless people were discussing the recently obtained information about the "Heramus Blood Battle".
The previous awe, admiration, and envy directed at Ronan were at this moment all turned into pity, sympathy, and for many, a schadenfreude-like mockery.
That brilliant fall from the sky did not represent an inheritance, a favor and gift from Heramus, but a blade sharp enough to pierce one’s heart and strip away the soul.
For many, the chance to witness a talented and unattainable Heaven’s Chosen Son die a hard fight before them was a rare and coveted spectacle.
Some had even begun drafting in their minds how, after this grand event, they would vividly recount this blood-stained Chapter to those who were not present.
Among the onlookers, probably only the members of the Silver Magic Ring and the Blue Mist Society were still silent at this time, each shrouded by an inexplicable heavy mood.
"Every gift of destiny comes with a price tagged in secret..."
"Interesting, isn’t it, Dolu?"
In the crowd, Lin Disi seemed to exist in a space separate from the rest, naturally revealing a somewhat condescending and detached mannerism while watching the Lower-level Wizards around him showcase various expressions.
"It’s an age-old habit engrained in our bloodline to witness a relatively strong individual die in misfortune, and to revel in heated discussions around their corpse..."
Lin Disi closed his eyes, his lips curling into a slight smile, as if he truly enjoyed controlling the fate and emotions of others.
The man in the Black Robe remained silent. He was well aware of the other’s temperament and had foreseen the outcome of these developments.
Lin Disi never intended to actually gift the inheritance of Heramus left on this Southern land to anyone; what he wanted was just a game.
And the person he had chosen to be the "Protagonist" of this game...
The Black Robe’s gaze involuntarily drifted to a distant figure shrouded in illusory brilliance, his heart surfacing with a complex sympathy.
Destined to die under the watchful eyes of a great audience, whether dimly or brilliantly.