Joining the Battle

"You—"

Looking at the figure standing in the distance, the God of Death's expression shifted. His power surged, and a deadly sense of threat rose in his heart.

The next moment, a vast power surged from ahead. Its mighty force swept across the surroundings, engulfing the entire area.

Rumble!

A torrent of radiant light blossomed, vast and seemingly without end.

These were sparks flung off by the collision of laws. They were dazzling and sacred beyond compare, yet contained deadly danger. Even the Saint dared not face them directly, and shudders of terror ran through him.

As the endless rain of light spread, the God of Death strode backward. A wound had appeared on his chest, tinged with an emerald aura that left a deep mark upon him.

"It's you!"

Retreating from the center of the battlefield, the God of Death wore a cold expression. He stared fixedly ahead, his gaze settling on the figure that had just appeared.

"It's been a long time."

In the direction of the God of Death's gaze, a young man stood quietly.

He wore a black robe and had a faint smile on his face. The aura of the Emerald Authority was unmistakable, rippling around him and surging in every direction.

Vast power slowly radiated from him. At that moment, it enveloped his entire body, manifesting around him and fully displaying the destiny unique to an Eighth Tier being.

He was none other than Arthur, the Saint of the Wizard World and the Emerald Master.

"Yes, it has."

The God of Death's expression was cold. The Silver Longsword in his hand gave off a faint ringing, and the source power of the Death Authority drew everyone's attention.

"Ever since that battle, I've been looking for you."

He waved a hand and spoke calmly, his