Sir Claude was still gripping his sword, but his expression had changed.
This was no longer just a confrontation—it had become something else… something far more complex.
"Your Maga…" he said in a low voice, watching the energy flowing before him. "It's completely unfamiliar… Blood Maga?"
Egologia, who stood before him with a smile, muttered in his mind.
"Unfamiliar?" Then he laughed mockingly. "Does that mean my Maga… is one of a kind?"
"Perhaps Life 1 is finally bearing fruit…"
Then Egologia finally spoke coldly:
"Now, I'll put an end to this chaos, Sir."
The giant blood vortex began to fade gradually.
The dim light that had filled the atmosphere grew faint, and the gravity that had been pulling everything began to weaken.
The rocks that had been torn from the ground stopped flying, the air that had been violently drawn toward the vortex returned to normal, and the scattered dust began to settle back on the ground.
