The imperial dignitaries of the Protos Empire seated in Franklin Hall were stunned, and even the Great Sage Isis was dumbfounded.
Sigrid, the Primordial Slab - Foundation holder known for using her fists and feet, was a demon-type summoner?
Could it be that she had spent her entire life deceiving Askesang, and that the moment she revealed her true class would be the moment of their decisive battle to determine life and death?
Although Isis had never seen the appearances of these three demon summons, she inexplicably felt that they seemed somewhat familiar.
Inside the battlefield.
"Sigrid! Where did you get these three Epic summons?!"
Askesang's gray figure retreated sharply, putting distance between them as he questioned Sigrid.
Others might not understand Sigrid's situation, but he understood it better than anyone.
Because he had personally cast the sealing spell.
Even now, he could confirm that the seal had firmly locked Sigrid's attributes!
Sigrid could never have been a summoner. She had been forced to become one under the seal, while her true body remained incredibly weak.
But now.
Those three Tier 8 demons were like three towering walls, blocking every path between him and Sigrid.
What frightened Askesang even more was that—even taking the worst-case scenario, with Sigrid's attributes locked, her incomplete Mana should have been completely depleted the instant she tried to support three Tier 8 Epic summons. Their only chance of victory should have been to end the battle quickly. There was no way she would let the three of them prepare for battle so leisurely.
Unless.
These three demon summons did not even need to consume Mana, violating the common sense of Magic Cards and operating independently!
On the other side of the battlefield.
After the three figures had arranged an absolutely solid defensive barrier around Sigrid,