The Strike

"Sir…" Diana's voice was weak and remote, as if she was trapped in an endless nightmare.

Manuel's yellowish-brown eyes were filled with agony and terror, as this was totally out of his expectation. After three years of foreshadowing, the worst scenario he thought of was that Lauren's cognitive world became broken and solidified. As a ninth-circle archmage, Lauren could transfer to a lich or extend his life in some other ways after he reached his life limit of around three hundred years old, and there was still a slight chance that he could reconstruct his cognitive world in the future… However, what was in front of him now was the death image of this ninth-circle archmage.

"No! It can't be like this!" Christal burst out a bitter cry, his grey hair now looking completely messy, his wrinkled face distorted and hideous. "… He's still alive! Mr. Lauren used Life Harbor, right?"