"124!" Fiona, who had transformed into her green dragon form in the haste due to the turbulence of the Semi Plane, from inside the Mage Tower, her robust dragon claws tightly clasped onto the Mage Tower. She gazed up at Muria in the sky, her eyes seemingly dull.
Her worldview had been greatly shaken. The now embodiment of Muria, especially the still gradually increasing number of Soul Intent Circles behind him, caused her to question if she was in a dream and if everything before her eyes was real.
As the old dragon who has followed Muria for quite a while, she was certainly aware of his strength—each tier of his Soul Intent could condense twenty-four Soul Intent Circles.
This was a quantity that even true dragons found unimaginable. Normal creatures, even if they reached the Peak of Soul Intent, might not possess half of this quantity.