The forest was burning, Hell was flowing with lava, the Sea of Knowledge was boiling, and the Flowing Gold River was drying up... The fortress garden built from the countless treasures of Belladett had become an unremarkable display of fireworks.
Yvalin leaned against the railing of the front garden, gazing down at the scene of the standoff below. The moment Qinna captured Hanna, her contract with the Funeral Service Office was wholly dissolved—she was only a shelter, not a protector.
The Funeral Ceremony no longer needed to gather 6,000 shell points, but she had no obligations toward the Ceremony either.
It was a very lucrative transaction. Five Holy Sanctuary Mages and sixty-three elite mages were silently implanted with the seed of dominance, and all she had given up were assets worth billions and a few newly acquainted friends.
She actually liked them.
