On the other side.
Bubbles drifted past her eyes, Aslit squinted, surrounded by darkness. The icy sea covered the stinging pain brought by black magic.
"...Did I fail again?"
The blood-red moonlight penetrated the surface, reaching Aslit's eyes, bringing back her consciousness. She gripped the knife in her hand tightly.
"...It's not over yet."
Struggling to swim upward, Aslit dragged her body onto the water's surface. The sea water dripped down onto the trembling surface, causing ripples.
Attempting to gather the surrounding magic power, confirming the disrupted magic recovery, Aslit was preparing to regenerate her wings to pounce on Bai Jin who was analyzing the barrier when a middle-aged man resolutely stood in front of her.
"Aslit."
The middle-aged man called her name. Unlike previous times, this call carried no regret or lament, only a decision to bring things to an end.
