940 Eve of the Storm

The air twisted and merged to form a beautiful white bird in the empty space. It flapped its wings and soared to the sky when suddenly it came to a halt along with the beautiful voice. Then, it cracked and burst like a bubble and vanished into thin air.

"Stop."

Christie put down her right hand and the Knowledge Scroll unrolled on its own. The feather pen in her hand transformed into a gentle ray of light that twirled around her finger, turning into a platinum ring. Christie let out a sigh, wiping the sweat off her forehead. Although she successfully released a spell that would shock all spell casters on this continent, she was still dissatisfied.

"The duration is too short… It still doesn't work…"

"You've done well."

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded as she muttered under her breath. She couldn't be more familiar with this voice. It was in fact from her other self.

"But… it's not… enough…!"