Having tentatively arrived at a conclusion, Sovell chose to adjust his battle strategy.
Every spell he cast would be devoted to strengthening the three of them.
Sovell spread his wings and flew up to catch the falling Artoria.
"Fal Adar."
Sovell recited a verse of the incantation, and a gentle breeze turned into threads, weaving wings behind Artoria and Gawain.
In moments, two pairs of pale green wings appeared on their backs.
"My king, Sir Gawain, this flight spell will let you fly for a full day and night, with a maximum burst speed of nearly seven hundred miles per hour. You needn't worry about supplying magic power. Leave that to me.
"Also, my king, I advise against attacking the white dragon with Invisible Air. It may well be immune to the wind element."
At this point, Sovell suddenly recalled certain sights from earlier and offered Gawain another warning.
"One more thing, Sir Gawain. If you attack the white dragon with Carnwennan's Solar Flare and find no trace of burns on it, stop using Solar Flare. Strike it with pure magic power instead."
With that, Sovell drew Rhongomyniad from the other side of Artoria's waist. After transforming it into the Holy Spear's true form, he beat his wings, whipped up a gale, and soared high into the sky.
The "sights" Sovell had recalled were the lightning scattering from the white dragon's wingtips when it revealed its true form, and the bolt aimed straight down at Artoria's head.
The sun hung high in the sky, spreading its light and heat over everything on the earth.
In the West's basic theory of the four elements and its system of magecraft, it was, alongside flame, the most standard form of "fire."
It embodied both vitality and destructive power, and was also the only