The interference and resonance produced by Tier 9 magic caused even the barriers surrounding Nekaris Royal Palace's Regent Hall to tremble.
Crimson thunder raged around the open space at the center of the hall, as though turning the palace's transparent protective barrier into an illusion. It began to take form and collapse, dark energy spreading through the air. As the barrier was eroded and twisted, its true nature was revealed, gradually becoming layer upon layer of defenses sealing off the Regent Hall.
At the far ends of both sides of the royal palace hall, silver-white and blood-red magic stood in stark opposition. Fallen Lord Kali Yella was using all her strength to control Duke Eduardo.
Kali Yella had originally hoped that the Great Demon Race would awaken first, helping her rouse more of their kind and seal away Duke Eduardo.
"Impossible..."
Fallen Lord Kali Yella widened her eyes.
The worst had happened.
A Blood Race Progenitor had actually managed to awaken from her illusion so quickly.
She had never imagined that such a being existed—one capable of almost completely ignoring the Fallen Gentle Land when she used it at full power.
"There's nothing impossible about it. I simply have no dream that cannot be realized."
Tenth Progenitor Marquis Ulysses chuckled softly. He raised a hand and lightly touched the space ahead, successfully dismantling a thin layer of the palace's barrier.
Without Fallen Lord Kali Yella's precise control through her authority, the energy in the protective barrier of Nekaris Royal Palace's Throne Hall was nothing more than clusters of ownerless magic.
Clearly, Fallen Lord Kali Yella was in terrible condition now. She no longer had the strength to face another opponent.
Ulysses floated down from the elevated seats, touched the ground with his toes, and walked toward the throne platform along