Jaren was so stunned that he couldn't even scream.
His armor crumpled and tore like wet paper, his right ribs shattered, and his internal organs were crushed by the impact.
And yet, he survived, barely avoiding capture.
As long as he was alive, a Master could always rise again and fight.
"Fucking Master!"
Siana cursed, glaring at Jaren as he flew across the sky.
Jaren's Mana Blade shone like a meteor in the night.
Even after all of that, he still had his wits about him—still capable of fighting.
Despite everything, he had defended himself, albeit narrowly.
Masters were a group of people who only caused trouble and provided no help.
Seid started running towards Carl without caring whether Siana cursed or not.
Siana had just exhausted most of the book's power with her attack, leaving only the power of the Black Tongue to captivate Archduke Carl. There was truly no turning back now.
If Jaren returned and interfered, it would be over.
