Dragon Arrives

Lothar and Vivianna exchanged a glance, each seeing a trace of gravity in the other's eyes.

That sound clearly came from an exceptionally powerful High Dragon. A lowly creature like a Clawed Dragon could never unleash such a soul-stirring Dragon's Roar.

And it was obviously not their old adversary, that three-headed demon dragon.

"Have Orhan from Meiquan Gate meet me at the command post on the central section of the wall."

Lothar gave the order and hurried toward the stables. Augusta Square lay at the easternmost edge of Constantinople, and he needed to reach the Theodosian Walls in the far west as quickly as possible.

"Wait, I'll take you there."

A slightly warm hand immediately clasped Lothar's.

Then—

A white spirit candle ignited, as though it had stolen all the light from the surroundings. He and Vivianna were completely swallowed by darkness.

A moment later.

When Lothar opened his eyes again, the ground beneath his feet vanished.

Behind him, a golden candlestick swaying in the wind gleamed brilliantly.

He landed steadily and looked at Vivianna in surprise.

Spatial Magic was not something one could master easily. Even someone as formidable as Anna, a caster at the peak of half-step Legendary who had access to the entire Constantinople library, had failed to even enter the threshold of Spatial Magic.

Magic Warriors were, bluntly put, warriors who used magic power in battle. When it came to spellcasting, they were all half-baked. If they truly had that talent, why not become esteemed mages instead?

"Truly astonishing power."

The Candle Knight lifted her skirt and dipped into a slight curtsy. "Your praise embarrasses me."

Though she claimed embarrassment, it was merely politeness.

She had heard more than enough praise regarding her talent.

Lothar stepped out of the tower and looked at the two colossal