Inside Franklin Hall on the top floor of the Parliament Building, the Deathmatch Arena's deep-purple streams of magical light sliced through every inch of air.
The gazes of the legislators, nobles, and powerful ministers were all fixed on the Protos Parliament Center—the site of the lethal showdown that was about to unfold.
The Age of Gods Characters constantly rearranged themselves across the surface of the barrier in midair. Even though no one could translate them, everyone could understand their meaning through the radiance that struck directly at the soul—the numbers counting down.
All sound from inside the arena was completely cut off from the outside world. Once the final ten-plus seconds of preparation ended, the deathmatch would begin.
To the right of the barrier, the tall figure beneath the Gray Coat gave off an eerie, unusual feeling, as if he belonged to a world entirely different from that of ordinary people.
As Askesang stood there in a battle-ready stance, the invisible magic surrounding him was enough to make ordinary people feel insignificant and helpless. Every sense of security trembled because of his presence.
"With only a month to prepare, can you defy fate and change your destiny? Sigrid, if you're really capable, have your Holy Son help you conquer the Protos Empire."
Askesang smiled and glanced at his palm, unsure which method he should use to kill Sigrid.
If Sigrid and the Ba Tian Holy Son had ten or twenty years to lie low and prepare, perhaps they might still have a chance to turn the tables.
But the time really was far too short.
There was a limit to the speed of growth and evolution. That was an immutable law of the world.
Just as a student could never become a principal overnight, no one could erode the colossal