Miracle - Second Dreamwalking Soul Refining Ritual

Phantom Will's voice was soft and indifferent, yet it carried clearly into the ears of 2,216 Saint Domain Artificers.

He made not the slightest attempt to hide his killing intent and malice, nor did he use any scheming rhetoric to divide the crowd. His words were so blunt that there was no room for misunderstanding.

Everyone here had to die.

No one doubted the weight of that statement. Not even when standing before him were 2,216 Saint Domain Artificers. Not even when every person here was a pillar of society in the Six Great Kingdoms, every person was a genius artificer, and every person was even a life's protagonist blessed with one stroke of fortune after another.

They were both the present of spellcraft and the future of spellcraft, and they would become a past no one could ignore.

But all of that meant nothing before Phantom Will.

Demigod rank!

The gap between Saint Domain and Demigod was two wings. To illustrate how vast that gap was, there was a simple example: the difference between a Silver Arcanist and a Saint Domain Artificer was also two wings.

Saint Domain Artificers could slaughter Silver Arcanists. A Demigod was absolutely capable of even worse!

Crack!

Phantom Will was suddenly tainted in bluish green. In an instant, he solidified into a crystal-clear piece of jadeite!

The moment Phantom Will appeared, Evil Omen had already been secretly preparing a Miracle. He did not look quite as calm and detached as he seemed, because although this Miracle did not require him to unify the power of other artificers, it consumed the most important thing he had—his Void Wings!

Not artificery, but Void Wings!

The first time he cast it just now, it had exhausted Evil Omen's Silver Wing! Unless he found a way to return