"Roar!"
The decaying palace built from dragon bones shook violently as the hundred-meter Demon Dragon Vortigern had transformed into swept forward with a roaring crimson-black tidal surge of aether.
Its wings were blades, its claws spears.
"Here it ends, here it ceases. Lake of darkness, land at the end, raging waves and furious tides, the desolation of winter—reduce all that my eyes behold to ashes!—Fall from grace, Ideal Homeland, Avalon!"
Morgan swiftly retreated, her lips moving at incredible speed as she chanted High-Speed Divine Word.
In an instant, accompanied by the ripples of the Divine Utterance Command, the surrounding space twisted sharply. A fortress forged from will rose from the dark void behind her.
Britain's Witch, like a Queen of winter, stood sovereign before a blue-black jade throne and proclaimed her dominion over the land of Britain.
As Morgan raised her hand and pressed it down, the sky shattered like a mirror. Twelve blue-black aether spears woven from magical power, shaped like inverted spires capable of destroying the world, crushed down inch by inch toward the ground.
At the same time, frost upon frost of green-black ice formed over the Demon Dragon's wings as she took flight, slowing her movements while the surrounding space continually compressed inward.
The whole world seemed to have become a living coffin, and those twelve spears of light were long nails driven into its lid.
This was Morgan's newest spell, created by combining her knowledge of the four Great Magics: "Mirror," "Tower," "Garden," and "Coffin." On the soil of Britain, its power came close to a fundamental law.
There was no doubt that Morgan, the Witch of the End blessed by this island, had brought her magical mastery to a state of perfection.
The twelve spears of light fell in succession. Struck heavily, the Demon