Ivan certainly understood this point. His gaze met Mavis's, and within it, he saw an earnest plea. He nodded almost imperceptibly.
Seeing this, a relieved smile blossomed on Mavis's face.
Subsequently, a massive wave of power surged from her into Antoinette's body, making Antoinette increasingly radiant, while Mavis's aura plummeted dramatically.
"Ivan, take care."
With a longing glance at the certain sorcerer, Mavis transformed into a brilliant radiance, transferring all her remaining strength to Antoinette without reservation.
Only a shrunken statue was left hovering mid-air and, in an instant, turned to ashes, merging into the boundless darkness.
This was Mavis's mission all along; it was the purpose of her existence, and no one could change her resolve.
"Young sorcerer, stop standing there foolishly. Lend me a hand."
"How can this sorcerer assist?"
