Garlend could already feel it, William was indeed and truly a bronze spirit master. And that meant William got little time left to use his spirit power and sneakily techniques and weapons before falling weakly on the stage.
But there were far threatening enemies drawing closer to here with each passing second. Not to mention those scary dark gold masters in the academy who could simply teleport here in a blink of an eye.
Risking himself by being in the face of such grave danger wasn't in the code of the dark spirit masters. They were sneaky kind of bastards who loved to play schemes and tricks from behind the curtain and keep themselves hidden in the shadows.
"Humph, as if I'll let you use it!" William instantly recognised the scroll in Garlend's hand and got what his foe intended to do. Finally, he acted, lifted his sword and flashed, using his technique for the last time in this battle.
