Whirlwinds, thunderstorms, and lightning. It was the extent of Monica's magical power. Her powers were enough for the people in the town to see the explosion of a magical power from the distance.
Her emotional state awakened and stirred almost all her magical abilities resulting in unleashing all her mana.
The present Allan who has become astounded and trapped in his own memories still can't believe what is happening.
It was too fast that Allan only saw Cesar casting a spell with mana that was dark as the raven's feather.
Allan can only stand there and witness his mother's last moment.
"No… no… this can't be happening." Allan mumbled.
He can't even walk to where his mother is. Allan can only stand there like he was rooted on the ground.
Cesar takes advantage of Monica's weakness and he plunges a sword to her chest.
"Ack…!"
Blood was spilled from the corners of the Duchess mouth.
"Mom! Noooo!!!"
