National War: Bio-Armor, Phantom Beast Silver Wolf!

When she heard her ancestor's warning, she swapped places with the divine-art spatial marker she had set beforehand.

A tall, slender figure had been standing there long before the building collapsed.

The lingering traces of the Arcane Box dissipated around her. Her flawless white-and-gold royal court gown was stained with dust.

Yet beneath her radiant, sunlight-like golden hair,

those sapphire-blue eyes remained utterly unwavering as she looked up at Fang Ran atop the ruins!

On one side stood the wreckage of a building; on the other, a bustling city district.

Her dust-covered white-and-gold gown stood in stark contrast to his disheveled black suit.

Pressing a hand to her shoulder, where flying rubble from the spatial swap had cut her, she let the power of the elves slowly heal the wound.

But as she raised her gaze toward the black-haired young man standing atop the ruins, with the collapsed Lantehe Building behind him,

Osphia lifted her chin, her blue eyes flashing with the anger of having been outmaneuvered as she glared at him.

"You impostor. You deceived others with a false disguise. Was this your plan all along?"

"Compared to that playful act from before, is this your true self?"

Born of nobility, inheriting the spirit and character passed down by her teachers and elders, she had always yearned for the solemn, righteous beauty of ancestors like hers.

She simply could not accept what Fang Ran had done—concealing himself behind weakness and retreat from the start, then tearing away his disguise and launching a fatal strike with a trap.

This was a National War, an arena where participants represented the positions of their respective nations. In her eyes, it should have been an honorable duel, not a Night Battle stage where one would stop at nothing to win.

Thinking that, without