If only there was a way to grow even stronger than him or Julius.
But that's impossible. The gap is too wide.
Julius is the strongest among us. His skill is terrifying. Despite always wearing that calm, smiling face, I've seen what he can do. He can crush an entire army with a single spell, and he doesn't even break a sweat. And Vane, despite being weaker, is still far above me in both power and strategy.
He is untouchable. His power is on another level.
I hate it.
I hate them both.
Jaigar turned his head when he heard the sound of approaching hooves. A horse galloped toward them, kicking up dust as it came to a stop.
Vane and the others paused, glancing toward the rider.
Falce climbed down from the horse, her expression tense as she gave a respectful nod. "Sir Vane."
"Hmm? Falce? Where is Gorak?"
Falce bit her lower lip in frustration, her hands clenching at her sides. "Sir Vane. May I request permission to return to our continent?"
