Iris felt herself being struck by lightning at Miguel's words. The red smoke sent Miguel flying backward, the undead simultaneously burst out from under the ground and caught the White Wizard's feet.
"What are you saying?"
"You've lost to me so many times, Iris."
Miguel glanced at Thomas and Morgan once more. Two energies were colliding between the two of them, hot and cold, which were not at all comfortable around him. Like ice suddenly being dropped into a glass of hot water, cracks appeared under the two people's feet.
Iris knew she had been defeated many times by Miguel. In the night hunt of the Dwarf Village, she lost. At Miguel's residence, she also nearly lost, and the last one in the forest, when she fled with Owen, she also lost badly and received a stab wound to her chest.
Miguel smiled lopsidedly. "You are nothing without them. Iris, you don't deserve the title of Great Wizard's at all."
"Shut up!" shouted Iris furiously.
