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This situation was far beyond anything she could comprehend.

She had been yanked out of Zero Entropy—where time was at a standstill—and thrown here without warning, and now she was facing someone strong—someone even stronger than her.

However…

She tightened her grip on her magical medium and studied her opponent.

She was no quitter. No way in hell would she roll over and surrender. That’s how she held the throne of Ravenwood and crushed any uprising with an iron fist.

A spell to counter Spirit Entropy, a Sealed Magic rune with a Teleportation effect I can’t break, and a long-range casting ability that left me scratching my head.

With years of battle under her belt, she quickly sifted through the information, searching for any weaknesses in her opponent.

Magic battles were a game of intellect. It was often the mage with the most information, not the strongest, who emerged victorious.

That was a famous saying by Evelyn, the Magic Edge, Mage Calamity, and Law Slayer. This was a truth that Floral lived by.

The modern magic system was too intricate and vast, and mortals had limited energy. Even the rarest geniuses in history could only master one or two domains in their lifetime.

Limitations meant every magic chanter had a blind spot.

So what was this opponent’s blind spot?

Frost spell, Divine Realm…

Lightning spell, possibly at the Divine Realm…

The Sealed Magic Rune revealed that her opponent was a heretical mage, uncontrolled by the Astral Laws. This meant that his magic abilities were unpredictable. Therefore, it was impossible to guess what other domain spells the other party was good at through the constellations. However, reaching the Divine Realm in two domains was already the limit for mortals. After all, even that one person had only reached the Divine Realm in terms of Life, Necromancy, and Frost spells…

The source of magic could come directly from the Astral World by bypassing the Astral Laws, or even from sacrificing his soul as fuel or making a contract with the Moon Realm.

Floral’s mind raced as she assessed the situation. On paper, she was the weaker party, but the other party was overconfident…

With a steely determination, Floral wiped the smile from her face and remained calm.

She knew that if the other party had teleported to the reception room and engaged her in combat, her chances of victory would have been slim.

But he made a critical error by bringing her to her home ground and allowing her to sit on the Withering Throne. This arrogance would be his downfall!

With caution and grace, Floral slowly made her way back to the throne, making sure to keep a calm demeanor and not reveal any urgency in her actions. She knew that as soon as she took her seat, she would have the advantage.

So, when Floral’s calves touched the rough base of the throne, she took her time settling in, adjusting her dress and maintaining her elegant composure. She was used to holding meetings in this hall, and she wouldn’t let the other party see any signs of weakness.

However, at this moment, the other party made a move.

The white jade staff in his hand lit up with silver-white runes, and the sound of the whistling wind filled the hall as he spoke.

“Don’t be too reserved. After all, I’m a guest now… Take a seat.”

Suddenly, a powerful but gentle force pushed down on her, forcing her to sit on the Withering Throne behind her.

The moment she sat, countless magical connections were established, filling her ether domain with an almost infinite amount of Life magic.

Her eyes, which once shone with an ice-blue light, were now blazing with emerald-green flames.

Floral took a deep breath and finally relaxed, knowing that the situation was now under her control. As long as she remained seated on the throne, the entire White Bone Castle was her territory, her temple, her kingdom.

As long as she sat on the throne and her opponent was still in the palace, relying on the mana she could almost squander endlessly and the hundreds of great spells engraved in the hall, not even the reclusive monsters of the Astral Council, could challenge her.

“You’ve shown good manners, stranger,” she said, relaxed, regaining her dignified demeanor as the Ravenwood’s ruler, the Holy Tree Duke.

Her words carried an invisible pressure that filled the hall with surging magic.

Since she was facing a Divine Realm mage, Floral, who was sitting on the throne, didn’t have to suppress her strength as usual. Usually, when holding meetings in the hall, even releasing the power on the scale of her fingertips made the subjects who were used to decorate her country tremble in the hall.

Now, even a Divine Realm mage would find it difficult to breathe under her power.

But to Floral’s surprise, the other party remained unfazed by her display of power.

Compared to the pressure from the surging magic, he seemed more interested in what she had just said.

“Excuse me, but what manners are you referring to?” the man asked with a charming grin.

Floral glanced to the side of the throne and noticed that the clerk holding the roster was nowhere to be seen. Garet Wolfspeak had taken a rare leave to attend to some family business.

I hope both sides can mend that terrible father-son relationship…

Snapping out of her thoughts, Floral focused on the man in front of her and spoke in a serious tone. “Kneel.”

This was more than just a simple request, it was an order to activate the spells within the hall.

The magic power flowed in abundance, and several runes lit up with an emerald green light that turned into a solid dark-brown hue. An invisible force was generated, weighing in at approximately 500 kilograms that pressed down on the man’s shoulders. As a magic chanter with a weak physique, suddenly enduring such heavy pressure would definitely…

But what Floral saw next shocked her.

With her control over the hall, she could see every trace of magic, and she was positive that the man in front of her had no magic power within him.

Yet, he withstood the weight without even a tremor in his shoulders, as though what pressed down on him was a feather.

He relied solely on his physical strength to completely withstand the weight of Rockfall.

How was it possible for a magic chanter to reach the Divine Realm and still have the energy to train his body to be as strong as a top warrior?

“What did you say? Kneel?”

Before she could recover from her shock, the man in front of her suddenly spoke.

His voice wasn’t as relaxed and casual as before. Instead, it carried a hint of anger.

Moreover, for some reason, she could sense that this anger wasn’t directed at her, but at something she had said.

Suddenly, her Rockfall spell was severed by an unknown force and the two pieces of rubble engraved with the spell fell on either side of the throne.

“I think I just said, ‘At the very least, I admit that you’re still the ruler of Ravenwood.’ It looks like you weren’t too sure of where you currently stand,” the man said as he approached the throne.

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“Halt!” Floral warned.

“You can try.”

The person turned a deaf ear and continued forward.

“After you fail, I’ll show you where you stand, and we can continue our discussion.”