In London's dark sky, the Artificial Numbered that had yet to reach the domain revealed part of its form, opening additional rift nodes and preparing to initiate the engine's final stage.
The moment the Magician appeared from the street ahead!
In the wind sweeping through Kingston, after the hand gripping his weapon clenched for a second,
Ignat suddenly tossed the Arcane Machine—Judgment from his hand like trash, removed his Driver Armor, abandoned his own power, and walked forward alone as he spoke softly:
"When I decided to take part in Lord Colossus's plan, I still had one regret."
He took out a ring-shaped device and fastened it around his neck. Enduring the intense piercing pain, he stared at the Magician's figure, his voice proud and cold.
"I never got the chance to settle things with you head-on on the stage of the National War."
Then A-rank pressure erupted from him alongside flames, and with Dragon Blood burning, Ignat let out a hoarse, drawn-out draconic hiss!
"Are you ready, Magician!?"
This scene was like the spark igniting the grand final prelude. But as he watched the opponent he had faced twice before in the National War declare war amid the wind, watched this deadlock of adversity like black clouds pressing down upon the city,
The Magician, who had come all this way with the He Huang Ancient Sword in hand, found his mind filled only with those gentle, singing memories of the past, from that bamboo grove to that Sea Island,
Scenes where everyone in his memories was laughing.
"Back then, I should have been like him. Wanting to return to the past, wanting the past to return, thinking how wonderful it would be if time could flow backward."
He looked toward the distant sky above the city center, where a