Maël was getting closer, Mori's body still holding on despite everything it had went through.
She couldn't feel its exhaustion, but she could tell in the way it moved.
She could've had a lot more luck with a more physical host, but sovereigns rarely were.
Their magical prowess was so strong, that most of them turned into mages.
Someone like that Light sovereign would've been a better fit for her, she thought.
However, with Mori, they could complement each other.
That wasn't all, however.
She saw it through his memories.
Mori was clearly the strongest at this point. He was miles ahead of the others, at a point where even if all the other sovereigns came together, they would barely match him.
His only weak point was his lower level, which wouldn't be a problem for long.
With the current state of the common realm, there was a real possibility for change, and she knew it.
