Floral's gaze darted between the uninvited guest and the Withering Throne, a mixture of hesitance and confusion in her eyes.
This situation was far beyond anything she could comprehend.
She had been yanked out of Zero Entropy—where time was at a standstill—and thrown here without warning, and now she was facing someone strong—someone even stronger than her.
However…
She tightened her grip on her magical medium and studied her opponent.
She was no quitter. No way in hell would she roll over and surrender. That's how she held the throne of Ravenwood and crushed any uprising with an iron fist.
A spell to counter Spirit Entropy, a Sealed Magic rune with a Teleportation effect I can't break, and a long-range casting ability that left me scratching my head.
With years of battle under her belt, she quickly sifted through the information, searching for any weaknesses in her opponent.
