"Archmage…"
"...Yeah."
The battlefield they had just finished cleaning up paled in comparison to what they were witnessing now.
"You're telling me Vanitas was dealing with this?"
Soliette couldn't believe it. A withering forest. The remnants of a dead spirit, and in its place, something that could only be described as evil incarnate emerged.
"This is beyond your expertise, Sword Saint," Soliette said. "I suggest you leave. Now."
"...."
Aston glanced at her, noting the seriousness in her tone. Despite being recognized as the strongest, he understood his limitations especially against spirits.
It was no secret that spirits were the Sword Saint's natural counter, his Achilles' heel.
He gave a small nod. "My job here is done anyway. It was good seeing you, Archmage. Come to the Theocracy sometime. The Saintess would be very happy to meet you."
"I can't promise anything," she replied.
