"All right, Waliz. Next time for sure, Waliz."
Tracy replied expressionlessly.
The handsome young man, with countless golden patterns growing across his face and strands of gold mixed into his orange-red hair, shook his head helplessly. He said nothing more, merely taking something out and showing it to Tracy.
It was a semi-transparent crystal ball filled with black smoke. From time to time, the smoke transformed into the agonized, twisted face of a man.
If Dago had been here, he might have recognized that the sealed man's soul visage was identical to that of the purple-haired middle-aged wizard from the Revival Society who had pursued him before and burned all of Greg Town to the ground with a single blaze.
Tracy's beautiful eyes instantly flashed with two sharp glints when she saw the man's face. Then her brows furrowed, and she could not help asking, "What about the other one? That damned Fifth Circle Revival Society member wearing the Abyss Demon Armor?"
"I'm sorry, Tracy."
The handsome young man shook his head. "I was careless. That little fellow slipped away before I noticed. I only barely managed to keep one of his arms..."
"You're utterly useless, Waliz."
Tracy glared at the handsome young man before her, gritting her teeth as she said, "It's because you're always like this that those people don't take us seriously at all. If Phoenix's glory had not fallen, Jennifer would not have died!"
Tracy let out a hysterical scream, and all the emotions she had suppressed deep within her heart for so long erupted at that moment.
Thin golden tongues of flame sprang from her body, instantly scorching the surrounding grass, air, and fallen horses into charcoal.
Tracy's pupils also turned an eerie golden-red, releasing an aura of ancient nobility. Behind her, the faint phantom