Legendary Isidore

"It's done."

When the last drop of black liquid flowed into the crystal bottle, Undine sealed its mouth tightly, the motion resembling the sealing of a demon's soul.

The liquid in the bottle still bubbled faintly, as if it possessed some unwilling vitality, striking the walls with soft hissing sounds.

Dago, however, stared thoughtfully at the smooth back of his right hand.

A complex rune had once been branded there. Though it had now vanished, his skin was left with a sickly pallor, as if some invisible existence had forcibly gouged away a piece of flesh.

He could sense that although the coordinate mark appeared to have been removed, a thin layer still remained within his body, as though it had not been completely stripped away.

It was a strange sensation originating from the depths of his soul, like the afterimage left by the sweep of some higher-dimensional gaze—cold and viscous.

"This coordinate will be destroyed after some time, under the witness of all the Miracle Wizards from the six major powers."

Undine gently shook the crystal bottle in her hand, watching the black liquid struggle within the vortex. Her tone was cool and rational as she said to Dago, "Once the news spreads, it should draw away most of the Ancient Wizard Resurrection Society's attention from you.

"However, the Old One Revival Society also lost two Miracle Wizards this time and suffered severe losses. They probably won't have the strength to stir up trouble again anytime soon.

"In the Wizarding World, losses of power often take long years to recover from. They are wounded beasts now, and will only hide in dark corners to lick their wounds."

Dago nodded without saying much.

He and Undine stood side by side before the enormous crystal floor-to-ceiling window. Beyond it lay the